Blame It On Texas

We were all down at Margie's bar Telling stories if we had one Someone fired the old jukebox up The song sure was a sad one A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose From the pain the song was inflicting And all at once he jumped to his feet Just like somebody kicked him Bubba shot the juke box last night Said it played a sad song it made him cry Went to his truck and got a forty five Bubba shot the juke box last night Bubba ain't never been accused of being mentality stable