| I want to ride again on the 3:10 to yuma |
| thats where i saw my love, the girl with the golden hair |
| not a word between us was spoken, though the silent never was broken |
| but before she left her eyes said a sad god bye, sad am i, sad am i, |
| to think of the chance that id missed, |
| i could cry to think of the lips left unkissed. |
| perhaps she’ll ride again on the 3:10 to yuma, |
| and i can meet my love and tell her how much i care. |
| though i have no reason to go there, |
| and theres not a soul that i know there, |
| when the 3:10 to yuma leaves if i have the faith, |
| ill be there, ill be there, ill be there- |