C             F
My room is a museum
C                  F
a lifetime's of my work
C             F
I am the last Mohican
        C     F
I stand proud although I'm hurt
  C             F
I keep a cup of secrets
     C             F
from which I never drink
  C             F
I am an ancient king
         C
who sits proud but never thinks


              Bb       F
And if I find one more ring
         C                 Dm
of yours mixed up among my things
             Dm          F
I just might sell all my belongings
                             C
to make sure I've cut all my strings
              Bb       F
and if I find one more note
         C            Dm
crumpled up inside my coat
           Dm          F
I'm moving back to Carolina
                           C
where I'll live out on the coast
                 F
live out of the coast


  C               F
I have a box of trinkets
  C                 F
I count them one by one
  C              F
each one is a keepsake
       C
from a war that I have won
  C             F
I have a daily schedule
   C            F
a comfortable routine
      C                    F
watch months roll by with pleasure
             C
like girls walking down the street


              Bb       F
And if I find one more ring
         C                 Dm
of yours mixed up among my things
             Dm          F
I just might sell all my belongings
                             C
to make sure I've cut all my strings
              Bb       F
and if I find one more note
         C            Dm
crumpled up inside my coat
           Dm          F
I'm moving back to Carolina
                           C
where I'll live out on the coast
                 F
live out of the coast


   Dm             F
I lost all my ambition
  Dm                  F
could've settled for less
    Bb             F
but if I can't have you
          C    F        C
I don't care about the rest


              Bb       F
And if I find one more ring
         C                 Dm
of yours mixed up among my things
             Dm          F
I just might sell all my belongings
                             C
to make sure I've cut all my strings
              Bb        F
and if I find one more note
         C            Dm
crumpled up inside my coat
           Dm          F
I'm moving back to Carolina
                           C
where I'll live out on the coast
          Bb             F
and if I find one more strand
                C             Dm
of black hair under my night stand


(Banjo lick tabbed for guitar)
E|-----------------------------------------1---|
B|----3-3----------------------------------1---|
G|--------5-2-0--------2-2-0---0--0-2-0----2---|
D|--------------3--3-3-------3----------3--3---|
A|-----------------------------------------3---|
E|-----------------------------------------1---|