“HOTEL CALIFORNIA”
By Eagles
Edited by Emil Remo

Intro:  Bm  F#7  A  E  G  D  Em  F#7  - 2x

Verse 1
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 shimmering light
Em 
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
F#7
I had to stop for the night
Bm
There she stood in the doorway;
F#7
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#7
I thought I heard them say...

Chorus 1
G                         D
Welcome to the Hotel California
F#7                       
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)  
        Bm
Such a lovely face
G                                D
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Em                               
Any time of year (Any time of year)
          F#7
You can find it here

Verse 2
Bm                          F#7
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
A                                   E
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
G                               D
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Em                    F#m
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
Bm
So I called up the Captain,
F#7
'Please bring me my wine'
          A  
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here 
        E
since nineteen sixty nine'
G                                       D
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Em                    
Wake you up in the middle of the night
F#7
Just to hear them say...

Chorus 2
G                         D
Welcome to the Hotel California
F#7    
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) 
        Bm
Such a lovely face
     G                              D
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
        Em                            
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) 
           F#7
Bring your alibis

Verse 3
Bm
Mirrors on the ceiling,
F#7
The pink champagne on ice
              A                          
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, 
E
of our own device'
G
And in the master's chambers,
D
They gathered for the feast
Em
They jab it with their steely knives,
          F#7
But they just can't still the least

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 
'Relax,' said the night man,
         D
'We are programmed to receive.
Em
You can check-out any time you like,
F#7
But you can never leave!'

Guitar Solo:  Bm  F#7  A  E  G  D  Em  F#7



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