Bubba Didn't Shoot the Jukebox

Bubba Didn't Shoot the Jukebox Written by David Wright 2 July 2026 Copyright © 2026, by David Wright [Verse 1] Bubba was born near Nashville Back in the Tennessee hills Raised on Sunday morning sermons And Friday night barroom thrills Served his time in Desert Storm Proud to serve his country He loved his momma and he loved the Lord But his mind got messed up plenty He said he might’ve met Joe Diffie In a honky-tonk one night Saw him scribblin’ on a napkin By a busted neon light Now he ain’t sayin’ that song’s about him And he ain’t sayin’ that it ain’t He was drunk enough to threaten it But not drunk enough to aim [Chorus] Bubba didn’t shoot the jukebox But he might’ve raised some hell Might’ve told a few tall stories That he don’t remember well He’s a redneck with a reason A sinner with a prayer Got a heart full of trouble And a little good left in there He says, “Yes ma’am,” loves his momma Runs from the boys in blue Bubba didn’t shoot the jukebox But there’s no tellin’ what he’ll do [Verse 2] Now Bubba fell in with Santiago Might be cartel, might be business Smooth as a midnight vato But that is just a guess Then there’s Jit, Lord help that feller Wild as a copperhead snake He’ll rob a man on Sunday Then give away his take Shady says he’s just the victim Says Jit dragged him through the mud But Shady’s hands ain’t spotless He’s spilled his share of blood And Bubba just sits there laughin’ With a beer and a sideways grin Sayin’, “Boys, I think we’re guilty But he don’t care, long as we win” [Chorus] Bubba didn’t shoot the jukebox But he might’ve raised some hell Might’ve told a few tall stories That he don’t remember well He’s a redneck with a reason A sinner with a prayer Got a heart full of trouble And a little good left in there He says, “Yes ma’am,” loves his momma Runs from the boys in blue Bubba didn’t shoot the jukebox But there’s no tellin’ what he’ll do [Verse 3] They got lit up by another crew Robbed and left for dead Bubba said, “Now hold up, boys This smells like somethin’ y’all done did” Jit just shrugged, Shady looked guilty Santiago stayed ice-cool Bubba ain’t no Sherlock Holmes But he weren’t born no fool Bullet holes in the trunk lid Blood still on the seat Bubba said, “They found us, boys Now we better not look weak” “We gonna get them back We ain’t gonna let 'em win Get back in the car Boys, we’re gonna commit some sin” [Bridge] Bubba knows he oughta leave ’em That’s one thing he know But bad ideas and whiskey Make it hard to go He ain’t lookin’ for trouble But trouble knows his name And every time he swears he’s done Somebody lights the flame He says, “Lord, forgive me later Momma, don’t you cry” Then he climbs back in that same old car With a wild look in his eye [Final Chorus] Bubba didn’t shoot the jukebox But he might’ve raised some hell Might’ve told a few tall stories That he don’t remember well He’s a redneck with a reason A sinner with a prayer Got a heart full of trouble And a little good left in there He says, “Yes ma’am,” loves his momma Runs from the boys in blue Bubba didn’t shoot the jukebox But there’s no tellin’ what he’ll do [Outro] If Joe Diffie wrote it down Bubba can’t confirm the truth He was drunk enough to claim it But not dumb enough to shoot No, Bubba didn’t shoot the jukebox That’s his story, tried and true But if that jukebox starts talkin’ There’s no tellin’ what he’ll do