آکوردهای ایگلز

On a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air 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 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 s