Am                C                G       Am
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
Am                C              G          Am
And it’s the only train left for me to ride on
Am                     C                G       Am
I’ll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
Am                 C   G           Am
I’ll get my ticket now for my last time

Am                   C      G               Am
They say the life of man is made up of four seasons
Am                   C             G            Am
And springtime finds him young and planting his grain
Am           C            G                       Am
And then the summer comes bringing warm rains of reason
Am                   C       G             Am
And time to weed his crop of heartache and pain

Am                C         G                 Am
The winter comes, finds him snow-cropped and laden
Am          C            G                Am
He has been humbled now, walking into the rain
Am               C           G                                Am
But the rains of death never fall from the cloudless skies of Yuma
Am         C                  G         Am
Time stand still for those on that 3.10 train

Am                C                G       Am
There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
Am                C              G          Am
And it’s the only train left for me to ride on
Am                     C                G       Am
I’ll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
Am                 C   G            Am
I’ll get my ticket now for my last time