The Eagles - Hotel California

[Verse]

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

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

[Chorus]

C#                        G# 
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       A#m                   Fm7 
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
C#                               G# 
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
A#m                                      C 
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
 

[Verse]

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

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

[Chorus]

C#                        G# 
Welcome to the Hotel California
A#m                                         Fm7 
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place), Such a lovely face
C#                                  G# 
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
A#m                                           C 
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), Bring your alibis

[Verse]

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

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