The Eagles - Hotel Californiaadd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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