The 3：10 to Yuma

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