The Eagles - Hotel California

[Verse]

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

Cm                               G 
There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
A#                                          F 
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
Fm                                   G 
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

[Chorus]

G#                        D# 
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       Fm                   Cm7 
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
G#                               D# 
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Fm                                      G 
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
 

[Verse]

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

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

[Chorus]

G#                        D# 
Welcome to the Hotel California
Fm                                         Cm7 
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place), Such a lovely face
G#                                  D# 
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
Fm                                           G 
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), Bring your alibis

[Verse]

Cm                      G 
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice
A#                                             F 
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
Fm 
They stab it with their steely knives,
G 
But they just can't kill the beast

Cm                     G 
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
A#                                     F 
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.
Fm 
You can check-out any time you like,
G 
But you can never leave!'