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.