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

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


[CHORUS]

G                         D
 Welcome to the Hotel California.
F#7                                        Bm
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a lovely face
G                                      D
There's Plenty of room at the Hotel California
     Em                          F#
Anytime of year,(anytime of year) You can find it here...


[VERSE]

Bm                           F#7
Her mind is Tiffany twisted, She got the Mercedes bends
A                                   E                     
She got a lot of pretty pretty boys that she calls friends
G                                 D
How they danced in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Em                     F#
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

Bm                          F#7
So I called up the captain; Please bring me my wine (he said)
A                                     E 
We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
G                                       D
and still those voices are calling from far away
Em
Wake you up in the middle of the night
F# 
Just to hear them say


[CHORUS]

G                         D
 Welcome to the Hotel California.
F#7                                        Bm
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a lovely face
     G                             D
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
       Em                                               F#
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis

 
[VERSE]

Bm                      F#7
Mirrors on the ceiling; the pink champagne on ice (and she said)
A                               E  
We are all just prisoners here, of our own device
G                             D
and in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast
Em
They stab it with their steely knives but they
F#
just can't kill the beast

Bm                          F#7  
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
A                                     E  
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before 
G                                 D
"Relax" said the night man; we are programmed to receive
Em
You can check out anytime you like
F#
But you can never leave...