The Eagles - Hotel California

[Verse]

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse]

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse]

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

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