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