G C
My room is a museum
G C
a lifetime's of my work
G C
I am the last Mohican
G C
I stand proud although I'm hurt
G C
I keep a cup of secrets
G C
from which I never drink
G C
I am an ancient king
G
who sits proud but never thinks
F C
And if I find one more ring
G Am
of yours mixed up among my things
Am C
I just might sell all my belongings
G
to make sure I've cut all my strings
F C
and if I find one more note
G Am
crumpled up inside my coat
Am C
I'm moving back to Carolina
G
where I'll live out on the coast
C
live out of the coast
G C
I have a box of trinkets
G C
I count them one by one
G C
each one is a keepsake
G
from a war that I have won
G C
I have a daily schedule
G C
a comfortable routine
G C
watch months roll by with pleasure
G
like girls walking down the street
F C
And if I find one more ring
G Am
of yours mixed up among my things
Am C
I just might sell all my belongings
G
to make sure I've cut all my strings
F C
and if I find one more note
G Am
crumpled up inside my coat
Am C
I'm moving back to Carolina
G
where I'll live out on the coast
C
live out of the coast
Am C
I lost all my ambition
Am C
could've settled for less
F C
but if I can't have you
G C G
I don't care about the rest
F C
And if I find one more ring
G Am
of yours mixed up among my things
Am C
I just might sell all my belongings
G
to make sure I've cut all my strings
F C
and if I find one more note
G Am
crumpled up inside my coat
Am C
I'm moving back to Carolina
G
where I'll live out on the coast
F C
and if I find one more strand
G Am
of black hair under my night stand
(Banjo lick tabbed for guitar)
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