Hotel California
| Hmi, F#, A, E, G, D, Emi, F# | |
| Hmi | |
| 1. | On a dark desert highway, |
| F# |
| Cool wind in my hair, |
| A |
| Warm smell of colitas |
| E |
| rising up through the air. |
| G |
| Up a head in the distance, |
| D | |
| I | saw a shimmering light |
| Emi | |
| My | head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, |
| F# | |
| I | had to stop for the night |
| 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 |
| Then she lit up a candle |
| And she showed me the way |
| There were voices down the coridor |
| I thought I heard them say: |
| G | D | |
| R. | Welcome to the Hotel Cali | fornia. |
| Emi | |
| Such a | lovely place (such a lovely place) |
| Hmi7 | |
| such a | lovely face. |
| G | D |
| Plenty of room at the Hotel | California. |
| Emi | |
| Any | time of year (any time of year) |
| F# | |
| you can | find it here." |
| 2. Her mind is Tiffany twisted, |
| she got a Mercedes Benz, |
| she got a lot of pretty, |
| pretty boys that she calls friends, |
| How they dance in the courtyard |
| sweet summer sweat. |
| Some dance to remember |
| some dance to forget. |
| So I called up the captain: |
| Please bring me more wine |
| We haven't had that spirit |
| here since nineteen sixtynine. |
| And still those voices are calling from far away |
| wake you up in the middle of the night |
| just to hear them say: |
| R. Welcome to the Hotel California. |
| Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) |
| such a lovely face. |
| They livin'it up at the Hotel California. |
| What a nice surprice (what a nice surprise) |
| bring your alibis. |
| 3. Mirrors on the ceiling, |
| The pink champagne on ice, (and she said,) |
| "We are all just prisoners here of our own device." |
| And in the master's chambers |
| They gathered for the feast, |
| They stab it with their steely knives, |
| but they can't kill the beast. |
| Last thing I remember, |
| I was running for the door |
| I had to find the passage |
| back to the place I was before. |
| "Relax," said the night man |
| "We are programmed to receive, |
| You can check out any time you like, |
| but you can never leave." |
| R. Welcome ... |