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