The Eagles - Hotel California

[Verse]

Bm                        F# 
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
A                     E 
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
G                         D 
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Em 
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
F# 
I had to stop for the night

Bm                               F# 
There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
A                                          E 
And I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell
G                        D 
Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way
Em                                   F# 
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

[Chorus]

G                        D 
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       Em                   Bm7 
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
G                               D 
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Em                                      F# 
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
 

[Verse]

Bm                           F# 
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
A                        E 
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
G                                D 
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Em 
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

Bm                           F# 
So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine'
A                                               E 
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
G                          D 
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Em 
Wake you up in the middle of the night
F# 
Just to hear them say...

[Chorus]

G                        D 
Welcome to the Hotel California
Em                                         Bm7 
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place), Such a lovely face
G                                  D 
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
Em                                           F# 
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), Bring your alibis

[Verse]

Bm                      F# 
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice
A                                             E 
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
G                             D 
And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast
Em 
They stab it with their steely knives,
F# 
But they just can't kill the beast

Bm                     F# 
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
A                                     E 
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
G                             D 
'Relax,' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive.
Em 
You can check-out any time you like,
F# 
But you can never leave!'