The Eagles - Hotel California

[Verse]

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

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

[Chorus]

A#                        F 
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       Gm                   Dm7 
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
A#                               F 
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Gm                                      A 
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
 

[Verse]

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

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

[Chorus]

A#                        F 
Welcome to the Hotel California
Gm                                         Dm7 
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place), Such a lovely face
A#                                  F 
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
Gm                                           A 
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), Bring your alibis

[Verse]

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

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