The Eagles - Hotel California

[Verse]

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

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

[Chorus]

F#                        C# 
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       D#m                   A#m7 
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
F#                               C# 
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
D#m                                      F 
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
 

[Verse]

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

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

[Chorus]

F#                        C# 
Welcome to the Hotel California
D#m                                         A#m7 
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place), Such a lovely face
F#                                  C# 
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
D#m                                           F 
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), Bring your alibis

[Verse]

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

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