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
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