Chords for Mark Chesnutt - Bubba Shot The Jukebox - Country On The Gulf
Tempo:
79.4 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
Ab
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [Gm]
[G] Hey, I can't hear you, Biloxi.
We were all down at Margie's bar, telling stories if we had one.
Someone fired the old [C] jukebox [G] up, the song sure was a sad one.
A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose, and the pain the song was inflicting.
Now that Bumpty jumped to his feet, just like somebody kicked him.
Bubba shot the jukebox last [D] night, said it played [C] the sad song, didn't [G] cry.
He took his trunk and got up and didn't bow.
[G] Bubba shot the jukebox last night.
[Dm] [Abm] [Ab] Well, Bubba ain't never [Db] been [Ab] accused of being mentally stable.
So he did not draw an [Db] easy breath, [Ab] till he licked that coke on the table.
He hung his head, till the cops showed up, dragged him right out of Margie's.
Told him, don't you play dumb with us, son, you know damn well what they're charging.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night, [Eb] said it played the sad [Ab] song, didn't cry.
He took his trunk and got up and [Db] didn't bow.
[Ab] He shot the [Abm] jukebox last night.
[Ab] [Am] [A] When the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on, the confrontation was a tense one.
He shook his head and said, Bubba, boy, you was always a deep [A] swan.
The records dished on, and [D] Bubba's gone.
[A] Swamped the officers acclaiming.
Bubba hollered, I hit it just where I was aiming.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night, [E] said it played the sad song, [A] didn't cry.
He took his trunk and [D] got up and didn't bow.
[A] He shot the [D] jukebox, [A] stopped it with [D] one shot.
[A] Bubba shot the [E] jukebox last night.
[Am] [A] He could not tell right from [E] wrong through the teardrops [A] in his eyes.
[D] All the [A] shadow of a doubt, it was just [E] about the wrong side.
[A] [E]
[A]
Bubba shot the [D] jukebox, [A] stopped it with [D] one shot.
[A] Bubba shot the [Em] jukebox [Am] last night.
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[G] Hey, I can't hear you, Biloxi.
We were all down at Margie's bar, telling stories if we had one.
Someone fired the old [C] jukebox [G] up, the song sure was a sad one.
A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose, and the pain the song was inflicting.
Now that Bumpty jumped to his feet, just like somebody kicked him.
Bubba shot the jukebox last [D] night, said it played [C] the sad song, didn't [G] cry.
He took his trunk and got up and didn't bow.
[G] Bubba shot the jukebox last night.
[Dm] [Abm] [Ab] Well, Bubba ain't never [Db] been [Ab] accused of being mentally stable.
So he did not draw an [Db] easy breath, [Ab] till he licked that coke on the table.
He hung his head, till the cops showed up, dragged him right out of Margie's.
Told him, don't you play dumb with us, son, you know damn well what they're charging.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night, [Eb] said it played the sad [Ab] song, didn't cry.
He took his trunk and got up and [Db] didn't bow.
[Ab] He shot the [Abm] jukebox last night.
[Ab] [Am] [A] When the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on, the confrontation was a tense one.
He shook his head and said, Bubba, boy, you was always a deep [A] swan.
The records dished on, and [D] Bubba's gone.
[A] Swamped the officers acclaiming.
Bubba hollered, I hit it just where I was aiming.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night, [E] said it played the sad song, [A] didn't cry.
He took his trunk and [D] got up and didn't bow.
[A] He shot the [D] jukebox, [A] stopped it with [D] one shot.
[A] Bubba shot the [E] jukebox last night.
[Am] [A] He could not tell right from [E] wrong through the teardrops [A] in his eyes.
[D] All the [A] shadow of a doubt, it was just [E] about the wrong side.
[A] [E]
[A]
Bubba shot the [D] jukebox, [A] stopped it with [D] one shot.
[A] Bubba shot the [Em] jukebox [Am] last night.
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Key:
A
D
Ab
G
E
A
D
Ab
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
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[G] Hey, _ I can't hear you, Biloxi. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
We were all down at Margie's bar, telling stories if we had one.
Someone fired the old [C] jukebox [G] up, the song sure was a sad one.
A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose, and the pain the song was inflicting.
Now that Bumpty jumped to his feet, just like somebody kicked him.
Bubba shot the jukebox last [D] night, said it played [C] the sad song, didn't [G] cry.
He took his trunk and got up and didn't bow.
_ [G] Bubba shot the jukebox last night.
[Dm] _ [Abm] _ _ _ [Ab] Well, Bubba ain't never [Db] been [Ab] accused of being mentally stable.
So he did not draw an [Db] easy breath, [Ab] till he licked that coke on the table.
He hung his head, till the cops showed up, dragged him right out of Margie's.
Told him, don't you play dumb with us, son, you know damn well what they're charging.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night, [Eb] said it played the sad [Ab] song, didn't cry.
He took his trunk and got up and [Db] didn't bow.
_ _ [Ab] He shot the [Abm] jukebox last night.
_ [Ab] _ [Am] _ _ _ [A] When the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on, the confrontation was a tense one.
He shook his head and said, Bubba, boy, you was always a deep [A] swan.
The records dished on, and [D] Bubba's gone.
[A] Swamped the officers acclaiming.
Bubba hollered, I hit it just where I was aiming.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night, [E] said it played the sad song, [A] didn't cry.
He took his trunk and [D] got up and didn't bow.
_ _ [A] He shot the [D] jukebox, [A] stopped it with [D] one shot.
[A] Bubba shot the [E] jukebox last night.
[Am] _ _ [A] He could not tell right from [E] wrong through the teardrops [A] in his eyes.
[D] All the [A] shadow of a doubt, it was just [E] about the wrong side.
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
Bubba shot the [D] jukebox, [A] stopped it with [D] one shot.
[A] Bubba shot the [Em] jukebox [Am] last night.
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
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[G] Hey, _ I can't hear you, Biloxi. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
We were all down at Margie's bar, telling stories if we had one.
Someone fired the old [C] jukebox [G] up, the song sure was a sad one.
A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose, and the pain the song was inflicting.
Now that Bumpty jumped to his feet, just like somebody kicked him.
Bubba shot the jukebox last [D] night, said it played [C] the sad song, didn't [G] cry.
He took his trunk and got up and didn't bow.
_ [G] Bubba shot the jukebox last night.
[Dm] _ [Abm] _ _ _ [Ab] Well, Bubba ain't never [Db] been [Ab] accused of being mentally stable.
So he did not draw an [Db] easy breath, [Ab] till he licked that coke on the table.
He hung his head, till the cops showed up, dragged him right out of Margie's.
Told him, don't you play dumb with us, son, you know damn well what they're charging.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night, [Eb] said it played the sad [Ab] song, didn't cry.
He took his trunk and got up and [Db] didn't bow.
_ _ [Ab] He shot the [Abm] jukebox last night.
_ [Ab] _ [Am] _ _ _ [A] When the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on, the confrontation was a tense one.
He shook his head and said, Bubba, boy, you was always a deep [A] swan.
The records dished on, and [D] Bubba's gone.
[A] Swamped the officers acclaiming.
Bubba hollered, I hit it just where I was aiming.
Bubba shot the jukebox last night, [E] said it played the sad song, [A] didn't cry.
He took his trunk and [D] got up and didn't bow.
_ _ [A] He shot the [D] jukebox, [A] stopped it with [D] one shot.
[A] Bubba shot the [E] jukebox last night.
[Am] _ _ [A] He could not tell right from [E] wrong through the teardrops [A] in his eyes.
[D] All the [A] shadow of a doubt, it was just [E] about the wrong side.
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
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Bubba shot the [D] jukebox, [A] stopped it with [D] one shot.
[A] Bubba shot the [Em] jukebox [Am] last night.
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