There is a lonely train
Called the 3.10 to Yuma
And it's the only train
Left for me to ride on
I'll catch that lonely train
Called the 3.10 to Yuma
I'll get my ticket now
For my last time
They say the life of man
Is made up of four seasons
And springtime finds him young
And planting his grain
And then the summer comes
Bringing warm rains of reason
And time to reap his crop
Of heartache and pain
The winter comes
Finds him snow-cropped and laden
He has been humbled now
Walking into the rain
But the rains of death never fall
From the cloudless skies of Yuma
Time stand still for those
On that 3.10 train
There is a lonely train
Called the 3.10 to Yuma
And it's the only train
Left for me to ride on
I'll catch that lonely train
Called the 3.10 to Yuma
I'll get my ticket now
For my last time