I want to ride again on the 3:10 to Yuma. That's where I saw my love - The girl with the golden hair.
Not a word between us was spoken, No the silence never was broken, But before she left her eyes said a sad goodbye. Sad am I, Sad am I, To think of the chance that I 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 there's not a soul that I know there, When the 3:10 to Yuma leaves if I have the fare - I'll be there. I'll be there. I'll be there.