The Eagles - Hotel Californiaadd

F#m7                        C#m
On a dark desert highway,  cool wind in my hair
E                      B9
Warm smell of colitas  rising up through the air
D                         A
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Bm7                                       C#7
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

F#m7                              C#m
There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
E                                            B9
And I was thinking to myself,"This could be heaven or this could be hell"
D                         A
Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way
Bm                                   C#7
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

{Chorus}
D                            A
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       C#7                  F#m7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
D                                  A
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
    Bm7                                     C#7
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

F#m7                          C#7
Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
E                                     B9
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys   that she calls friends
D                                 A
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Bm7                      C#7
Some dance to remember,  some dance to forget
F#m7                          C#7
So I called up the captain;  "Please bring me my wine." He said;
E                                       B9
"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
D                                        A
And still those voices are calling from far away
Bm7                                      C#7
Wake you up in the middle of the night,  just to hear them say

{Chorus}
D                            A
Welcome to the Hotel California.
       C#7                  F#m7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
     D                                A
They livin' if up at the Hotel California
       Bm7                                             C#7
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

F#m7                      C#7
Mirrors on the ceiling,  the pink champagne on ice. And she said;
E                                B9
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
D                             A
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
Bm7                                              C#7
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

F#m7                           C#7
Last thing I remember, I was  running for the door
E                                      B9
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
D                                   A
"Relax" said the nightman, "We are  programmed to receive"
Bm7                                   C#7
"You can check out anytime you like,  but you can never leave"