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-