Hotel California
Recording is in Bm

| [Am] . . . | [E7] . . . | [G] . . . | [D] . . . | 
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
| [F]  . . . | [C] . . . | [Dm] . . . | [E] . . . |
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

| [Am] . . . | [E7] . . . | [G] . . . | [D] . . . | 
There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be hell
| [F]  . . . | [C] . . . | [Dm] . . . | [E] . . . |
Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

| [F] . . . | [C] . . . | [E7] . . . | [Am] . . . |
Welcome to the Hotel California.
Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place), such a lovely face
| [F] . . . | [C] . . . | [Dm] . . . | [E] . . . |
There's plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, (any time of year) You can find it here

| [Am] . . . | [E7] . . . | [G] . . . | [D] . . . | 
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, She got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty pretty boys   she calls friends
| [F]  . . . | [C] . . . | [Dm] . . . | [E] . . . |
How they danced in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

| [Am] . . . | [E7] . . . | [G] . . . | [D] . . . | 
So I called up the captain; Please bring me my wine (he said)
We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
| [F]  . . . | [C] . . . | [Dm] . . . | [E] . . . |
and still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night 
Just to hear them say...

| [F] . . . | [C] . . . | [E7] . . . | [Am] . . . |
Welcome to the Hotel California.
Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place), such a lovely face
| [F] . . . | [C] . . . | [Dm] . . . | [E] . . . |
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis

| [Am] . . . | [E7] . . . | [G] . . . | [D] . . . | 
Mirrors on the ceiling; the pink champagne on ice (and she said)
We are all just prisoners here, of our own device
| [F]  . . . | [C] . . . | [Dm] . . . | [E] . . . |
and in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives but they
just can't kill the beast

| [Am] . . . | [E7] . . . | [G] . . . | [D] . . . | 
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
| [F]  . . . | [C] . . . | [Dm] . . . | [E] . . . |
"Relax" said the night man; we are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave...