3 10 To Yuma

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

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

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

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