G

[Verse 1]
G                            C
We were all down at Margie's bar
G                     D   G
Telling stories if we had one
G                             C
Someone fired the old jukebox up
G                   D   G
The song sure was a sad one
G                              C
A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose
G                          D     G
From the pain the song was inflicting
G                                C
And all at once he jumped to his feet
G                  D      G
Just like somebody kicked him

[Chorus 1]
G
Bubba shot the jukebox last night
D                         G
Said it played a sad song it made him cry
G                                 C
Went to his truck and got a forty five
G                      D    G
Bubba shot the jukebox last night


(Modulate to G#)

[Verse 2]
G#                       C#       G#              D#  G#
Bubba ain't never been accused of being mentality stable
G#                         C#  
So we did not draw an easy breathe
G#                             D# G#
Until he laid that colt on the table
G#                                    C# 
He hung his head till the cops showed up
G#                            D#  G#
They dragged him right out of Margie's
G#                             C#
Told him "Don't play dumb with us, son"
G#                           D#     G#
"You Know damn well what the charge is."

{Chorus 2]
G#
Bubba shot the jukebox last night
D#                        G#
Said it played a sad song it made him cry
G#                                C#
Went to his truck and got a forty five
G#                      D#    G#
Bubba shot the jukebox last night


(Modulate to A)

[Verse 3]
A                                           D
Well, the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on
A                       E     A
The confrontation was a tense one
A                           D
Shook his head said, "Bubba Boy,"
A                 E     A
"You was always a dense one."
A                       D
Reckless discharge of a gun
A                            E   A
That's what the officers are claiming
A                              D
Bubba hollered out, "Reckless! Hell!"
A                       E  A
"I hit just where I was aiming."


{Chorus 3]
A
Bubba shot the jukebox last night
E                         A
Said it played a sad song it made him cry
A                                 D
Went to his truck and got a forty five
A                    D
He shot the jukebox
A                         D
stopped it with one shot
A                      E    A
Bubba shot the jukebox last night


[Bridge]
D                      A
Well he could not tell right from wrong
A           E                A
Through the teardrops in his eyes
D               A
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
        E  
It was a justifiable homicide

[Guitar Solo] 
A E A D

A                       D
Bubba shot the jukebox
A                         D
stopped it with one shot
A                      E    A
Bubba shot the jukebox last night