The Eagles - Hotel Californiaadd

C#m7                        G#m
On a dark desert highway,  cool wind in my hair
B                      F#9
Warm smell of colitas  rising up through the air
A                         E
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
F#m7                                       G#7
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

C#m7                              G#m
There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
B                                            F#9
And I was thinking to myself,"This could be heaven or this could be hell"
A                         E
Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way
F#m                                   G#7
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

{Chorus}
A                            E
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       G#7                  C#m7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
A                                  E
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
    F#m7                                     G#7
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

C#m7                          G#7
Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
B                                     F#9
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys   that she calls friends
A                                 E
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
F#m7                      G#7
Some dance to remember,  some dance to forget
C#m7                          G#7
So I called up the captain;  "Please bring me my wine." He said;
B                                       F#9
"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
A                                        E
And still those voices are calling from far away
F#m7                                      G#7
Wake you up in the middle of the night,  just to hear them say

{Chorus}
A                            E
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       G#7                  C#m7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
     A                                E
They livin' if up at the Hotel California
       F#m7                                             G#7
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

C#m7                      G#7
Mirrors on the ceiling,  the pink champagne on ice. And she said;
B                                F#9
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
A                             E
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
F#m7                                              G#7
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

C#m7                           G#7
Last thing I remember, I was  running for the door
B                                      F#9
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
A                                   E
"Relax" said the nightman, "We are  programmed to receive"
F#m7                                   G#7
"You can check out anytime you like,  but you can never leave"