The Eagles - Hotel Californiaadd

Bm7                        F#m
On a dark desert highway,  cool wind in my hair
A                      E9
Warm smell of colitas  rising up through the air
G                         D
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Em7                                       F#7
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

Bm7                              F#m
There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
A                                            E9
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
Em                                   F#7
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

{Chorus}
G                            D
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       F#7                  Bm7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
G                                  D
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
    Em7                                     F#7
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

Bm7                          F#7
Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
A                                     E9
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys   that she calls friends
G                                 D
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Em7                      F#7
Some dance to remember,  some dance to forget
Bm7                          F#7
So I called up the captain;  "Please bring me my wine." He said;
A                                       E9
"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
G                                        D
And still those voices are calling from far away
Em7                                      F#7
Wake you up in the middle of the night,  just to hear them say

{Chorus}
G                            D
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       F#7                  Bm7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
     G                                D
They livin' if up at the Hotel California
       Em7                                             F#7
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

Bm7                      F#7
Mirrors on the ceiling,  the pink champagne on ice. And she said;
A                                E9
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
G                             D
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
Em7                                              F#7
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

Bm7                           F#7
Last thing I remember, I was  running for the door
A                                      E9
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
G                                   D
"Relax" said the nightman, "We are  programmed to receive"
Em7                                   F#7
"You can check out anytime you like,  but you can never leave"