The Eagles - Hotel Californiaadd

Cm7                        Gm
On a dark desert highway,  cool wind in my hair
A#                      F9
Warm smell of colitas  rising up through the air
G#                         D#
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Fm7                                       G7
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

Cm7                              Gm
There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
A#                                            F9
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
Fm                                   G7
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

{Chorus}
G#                            D#
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       G7                  Cm7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
G#                                  D#
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
    Fm7                                     G7
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

Cm7                          G7
Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
A#                                     F9
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys   that she calls friends
G#                                 D#
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Fm7                      G7
Some dance to remember,  some dance to forget
Cm7                          G7
So I called up the captain;  "Please bring me my wine." He said;
A#                                       F9
"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
G#                                        D#
And still those voices are calling from far away
Fm7                                      G7
Wake you up in the middle of the night,  just to hear them say

{Chorus}
G#                            D#
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       G7                  Cm7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
     G#                                D#
They livin' if up at the Hotel California
       Fm7                                             G7
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

Cm7                      G7
Mirrors on the ceiling,  the pink champagne on ice. And she said;
A#                                F9
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
G#                             D#
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
Fm7                                              G7
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

Cm7                           G7
Last thing I remember, I was  running for the door
A#                                      F9
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
G#                                   D#
"Relax" said the nightman, "We are  programmed to receive"
Fm7                                   G7
"You can check out anytime you like,  but you can never leave"