| I want to ride again on the 3.10 to yuma
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| that’s where i saw my love
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| the girl with the golden hair
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| not a word between us was spoken
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| no the silence never was broken
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| but before she left her eyes said a sad goodbye
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| sad am i sad am i
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| to think of the chance that i missed
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| i could cry to think of the lips left unkissed
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| Perhaps she’ll ride again on the 3.10 to yuma
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| and i can meet my love and tell her how much i care
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| though i have no reason to go there
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| and there’s not a soul that i know there
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| when the 3.10 to yuma leaves if i have the fare
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| i’ll be there i’ll be there i’ll be there |