There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
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And it's the only train left for me to ride on
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I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
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I'll get my ticket now for my last time
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They say the life of man is made up of four seasons
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And springtime finds him young and planting his grain
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And then the summer comes bringing warm rains of reason
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And time to reap his crop of heartache and pain
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The winter comes, finds him snow-cropped and laden
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He has been humbled now, walking into the rain
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But the rains of death never fall from the cloudless skies of Yuma
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Time stand still for those on that 3.10 train
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There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
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And it's the only train left for me to ride on
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I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
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I'll get my ticket now for my last time
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3.10 To Yuma
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| Sandy Denny |
