Our Sunshine Paul Kelly O u r S u n s h i n e [Em]Well there came a man on a stolen horse and he rode right onto the [D]page Burning bright but not for long, lit up with a holy [Em]rage No turning back for the child of grace with the blood red on his [D]hands Never known to hurt a woman, he never robbed an honest [Em]man His [C]mother held in jail, his daddy [D]dead And [C]daily [G]rising, the [Em]price upon his [D]head Our sun-[Em]shine [D] [Em]Our sun-shine[D][Em] [C]Through fire and flood, (guitaretab.com)