Old Jukebox Jed was a small town boy
His own pride and joy would have had him in a toss-up
Between two things, his pistol and his rings
He could drink moonshine till he's well blind
Twenty-one years old
Old Double J could drink and fight
And talk a blue streak all night
But to him that small town livin' was a little dull
Cause he cared about his image
And he cared about his love
And he cared about his role
So one night in the fall he packed it all
And headed round down in the cold night
In a big old beast movin' east
No one mattered in the least
Except his mama
Who he didn't even call
And who still left on the light
Old Jed rode into three big towns
And three times got knocked down
By a bigger man, by a faster man
And one time by some punks
With a gun in his hand
The fourth town old Jed wrecked his car
When he ran into a pole
So he robbed a store cause he was broke
And the cops put him in the hole
He didn't have a dime
That's a jukebox Jed got time
Prison for Jed was a hard, hard road
But he made it out on the road
And he found him some work
As a drugstore clerk
Where they made him wear a long-sleeved shirt
To hide the tattoos on his arm
Old Jed picked up at the work farm
And everybody thought they were better than him
And Jed started drinkin' gin
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He got him a girl he liked to beat
And lock out in the street
One day he went too far
And he ended up back in a cop car
I guess that's better thought Jed
Than being a girl in a six-wheeler car


And the federal judge just looked at Jed and scratched his ugly bald head
He knew Jed was a bad man, he could see it in his eyes
So he put him away for 99 years and Jed never shed a tear
When his mama saw Jed on the TV screen she called up her friend and said
Oh, you mean your boys at one of them up in Kansas City
Why'd he kill that girl who was so pretty
And Jed's mama just started to cry, said she didn't know why
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