There came a man on a stolen horseAnd he rode right onto the pageBurning bright but not for longLit up with a holy rageNo turning back for the child of graceWith the blood red on his handNever known to hurt a womanHe never robbed an honest manHis mother held in jail, his daddy deadAnd daily rising the price upon his headOur sunshine, our sunshineThrough fire and flood, through tears and bloodThrough dust and mud still riding onForever trapped in a suit of steelWith the hotel burning behindBetrayed by his companionsAnd the train waiting down the lineForever tall on a bareback horseGetting through by the skin of his teethIt's one more for the ladiesNow one more for the policeRiding all night hungry, tired and coldInto the misty morningHe'll never grow oldOur sunshine, our sunshineThrough fire and flood, through tears and bloodThrough dust and mud still riding onAs he stood before the judge’s chairHe said ‘I’m free and easy-I’ll see you there!’Our sunshine, our sunshineThrough fire and flood, through tears and bloodThrough dust and mud still riding on
