The Eagles - Hotel Californiaadd

Fm7                        Cm
On a dark desert highway,  cool wind in my hair
D#                      A#9
Warm smell of colitas  rising up through the air
C#                         G#
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
A#m7                                       C7
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

Fm7                              Cm
There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
D#                                            A#9
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                                   C7
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

{Chorus}
C#                            G#
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       C7                  Fm7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
C#                                  G#
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
    A#m7                                     C7
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

Fm7                          C7
Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
D#                                     A#9
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys   that she calls friends
C#                                 G#
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
A#m7                      C7
Some dance to remember,  some dance to forget
Fm7                          C7
So I called up the captain;  "Please bring me my wine." He said;
D#                                       A#9
"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
C#                                        G#
And still those voices are calling from far away
A#m7                                      C7
Wake you up in the middle of the night,  just to hear them say

{Chorus}
C#                            G#
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       C7                  Fm7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
     C#                                G#
They livin' if up at the Hotel California
       A#m7                                             C7
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

Fm7                      C7
Mirrors on the ceiling,  the pink champagne on ice. And she said;
D#                                A#9
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
C#                             G#
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
A#m7                                              C7
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

Fm7                           C7
Last thing I remember, I was  running for the door
D#                                      A#9
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
C#                                   G#
"Relax" said the nightman, "We are  programmed to receive"
A#m7                                   C7
"You can check out anytime you like,  but you can never leave"