Am | E7 | ||
On a dark desert highway, | cool wind in my hair |
G | D | ||
Warm smell of colitas, | rising up through the air |
F | C | ||
Up ahead in the distance, | I saw a shimmering light |
Dm | |
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim |
E | |
I had to stop for the night |
Am | E7 | ||
There she stood in the doorway. | I heard the mission bell |
G | D | ||
And I was thinking to myself “This could be | hea | ven |
or this could be hell” |
F | C | ||
Then she lit up a candle | and she showed me the way |
Dm | |
There were voices down the corridor |
E | |
I thought I heard them say |
F | C | |
Welcome to the Hotel | California |
E7 | ||
Such a | love | ly place (such a lovely place), |
Am | ||
such a | love | ly face |
F | C | |
Ple | nty of room at the Hotel | California |
Dm | E | |||
Any | time | of year (any time of year), you can | find | it here |
Am | E7 | ||
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, | she | got the Mercedes bends |
G | D | ||
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys | she calls friends |
F | C | ||
How they dance in the courtyard, | swe | et summer sweat |
Dm | E | ||
Some dance to remember, | some dance to forget |
Am | E7 | ||
So I called up the Captain: | “Please bring me my wine.” |
G | D | ||
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since 196 | 9. | ” |
F | C | ||
And | still those voices are calling from | far | away |
Dm | |
Wake you up in the middle of the night |
E | |
Just to hear them say |
F | C | |
Welcome to the Hotel | California |
E7 | ||
Such a | lov | ely place (such a lovely place), |
Am | ||
such a | love | ly face |
F | C | ||
They | liv | in’ it up at the Hotel | California |
Dm | ||
What a | nice | surprise (what a nice surprise), |
E | ||
bring your | ali | bis |
Am | E7 | ||
Mirrors on the ceiling, | the pink champagne on ice |
G | D | |||
And she said | “We are all just prisoners here, | of our |
own device” |
F | C | ||
And in the master’s chambers, | they gathered |
for the feast |
Dm | |
They stab it with their steely knives |
E | ||
But they | just | can’t kill the beast |
Am | E7 | ||
Last thing I remember, I was | running for the door |
G | D | ||
I had to find the passage back to the | place | I was before |
F | C | ||
“Relax,” said the night man, “we are | programmed |
to receive |
Dm | |
You can check-out any time you like |
E | |
But you can never leave.” |