Verse 1
Am               G 
 Revolving doors, what have I done? 
Am               G 
 Someone on the TV, a tepid loss 
Am           G                  Am 
 Revolving doors, what will I become? 
   G 
 A redneck song 
 
Chorus 1
G+             Dm 
 Paid up for seven 
G+                  Dm 
 But he only got an eight now, now 
Am                 G                 Am 
 I feel that I'm paused by all the pills 
            G 
 I see no wrong in here 
 
Break
Am G Am G 
 
            Am 
On a foggy day 
                                G 
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston) 
Am                              G 
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston) 
Am              G 
I sit in a diner and the Beatles play 
Am                              G 
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston) 
 
Chorus 2
G+                 Dm 
 I'm paid up for a seven 
G+              Dm 
 But I only got S.O. eight, oh, now 
Am                 G                 Am 
 I feel that I'm paused by all the pills 
            G 
 I seem to run out here 
Am                              G 
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston) 
Am                              G 
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston) 
 
Verse 2
Am        G 
 Revolving doors 
Am G                           Am        G 
    It's stormy on the eastern sea board 
                     Am     G 
He got silver up his night 
 
Chorus 3
G+              Dm    G+ G+ 
 He paid up for three 
             Am 
But got only two 
Am                              G 
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston) 
Am                              G 
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston) 
 
Outro
N.C. 
Then he said 
Seems I was born for this 
Seems I was born to this