The Eagles - Hotel Californiaadd

A#m7                        Fm
On a dark desert highway,  cool wind in my hair
G#                      D#9
Warm smell of colitas  rising up through the air
F#                         C#
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
D#m7                                       F7
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

A#m7                              Fm
There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
G#                                            D#9
And I was thinking to myself,"This could be heaven or this could be hell"
F#                         C#
Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way
D#m                                   F7
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

{Chorus}
F#                            C#
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       F7                  A#m7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
F#                                  C#
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
    D#m7                                     F7
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

A#m7                          F7
Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
G#                                     D#9
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys   that she calls friends
F#                                 C#
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
D#m7                      F7
Some dance to remember,  some dance to forget
A#m7                          F7
So I called up the captain;  "Please bring me my wine." He said;
G#                                       D#9
"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
F#                                        C#
And still those voices are calling from far away
D#m7                                      F7
Wake you up in the middle of the night,  just to hear them say

{Chorus}
F#                            C#
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       F7                  A#m7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
     F#                                C#
They livin' if up at the Hotel California
       D#m7                                             F7
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

A#m7                      F7
Mirrors on the ceiling,  the pink champagne on ice. And she said;
G#                                D#9
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
F#                             C#
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
D#m7                                              F7
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

A#m7                           F7
Last thing I remember, I was  running for the door
G#                                      D#9
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
F#                                   C#
"Relax" said the nightman, "We are  programmed to receive"
D#m7                                   F7
"You can check out anytime you like,  but you can never leave"