Bm
 On a dark desert highway

F#
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#
Any time of year, (any time of year) You can find it here


Bm                            F#7
 Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, She got the Mercedes bends

A                                    E
She got a lot of pretty pretty boys   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're livin' it up at the Hotel California

       Em                                               F#
What a nice surprise, (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis



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 any time you like

F#
But you can never leave...