Eagles - Hotel California - Akor

Bm  F#7  A  E  G  D  Em  F#7

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#7
  I had to stop for the night

Bm                               F#7
  There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell
A                                             E
  And I was thinking to myself, 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

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#7
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#7
  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#7
 Just to hear them say

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#7
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#7
 But you can never leave