| 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.” |