Its Ashville Junction,
Lord Swannanoa Tunnel,
And its done caved in,
Buddy done caved in

And I'm going back to Swannanoa Tunnel,
Cause that's my home,
Buddy that's my home,
Yes that's my home.

Now when you hear,
My pistol growlin',
Well somebody's dyin' lord,
Yes somebody's dyin'.

And when you hear that hoot owl squallin,
Well time for crying,
Baby time for crying,
Yes time to weep,
And time to mourn.

Well if I could gamble,
Lord like Tom Dula,
I'd leave my home,
Buddy leave my home.
And if I could mine,
Just like the lost Dutchman,
I'd hort my gold,
Buddy hort my gold,
Yes hide that gold,
Hort my gold.

Cause its Ashville Junction,
Lord Swannanoa Tunnel,
And its done caved in,
Buddy done caved in.

And I'm going back,
To Swannanoa Tunnel,
Cause that's my home,
Baby that's my home,
Yes thats my home,
Friend that's my home.