Old Jukebox Jed was a small town boyHis own pride and joy would have had him in a toss-upBetween two things, his pistol and his ringsHe could drink moonshine till he's well blindTwenty-one years oldOld Double J could drink and fightAnd talk a blue streak all nightBut to him that small town livin' was a little dullCause he cared about his imageAnd he cared about his loveAnd he cared about his roleSo one night in the fall he packed it allAnd headed round down in the cold nightIn a big old beast movin' eastNo one mattered in the leastExcept his mamaWho he didn't even callAnd who still left on the lightOld Jed rode into three big townsAnd three times got knocked downBy a bigger man, by a faster manAnd one time by some punksWith a gun in his handThe fourth town old Jed wrecked his carWhen he ran into a poleSo he robbed a store cause he was brokeAnd the cops put him in the holeHe didn't have a dimeThat's a jukebox Jed got timePrison for Jed was a hard, hard roadBut he made it out on the roadAnd he found him some workAs a drugstore clerkWhere they made him wear a long-sleeved shirtTo hide the tattoos on his armOld Jed picked up at the work farmAnd everybody thought they were better than himAnd Jed started drinkin' ginguitar sologuitar sologuitar sologuitar sologuitar soloHe got him a girl he liked to beatAnd lock out in the streetOne day he went too farAnd he ended up back in a cop carI guess that's better thought JedThan being a girl in a six-wheeler carAnd the federal judge just looked at Jed and scratched his ugly bald headHe knew Jed was a bad man, he could see it in his eyesSo he put him away for 99 years and Jed never shed a tearWhen his mama saw Jed on the TV screen she called up her friend and saidOh, you mean your boys at one of them up in Kansas CityWhy'd he kill that girl who was so prettyAnd Jed's mama just started to cry, said she didn't know why*