Hotel California

The Eagles

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   Em  B7 Dsus2 Em/C# C   G  Am7
G--0---2----2-----0---0---0---0--         Capo 7th fret

Em                        B7
 On a dark, desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Dsus2                 Em/C#
 Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
C                         G
 Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Am7                                       B7
 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 her candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

C                         G              B7                   Em
 Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
C                                G         Am7                   B7
Plenty of room at the Hotel California. Anytime of year, you can find it here 

Em                               B7
 Her mind is differently twisted, she got the Mercedes-Benz
Dsus2                                Em/C#
 She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
C                                 G
 How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Am7                     B7
 Some dance to remember, some dance to forget 
So I called up the Captain, "Please bring me my wine."
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969."
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say 

C                         G              B7                   Em
 Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
        C                             G              Am7                       B7
They're living it up at the Hotel California. What a nice surprise, bring your alibis 

Em                      B7
 Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice.  And she said,
Dsus2                           Em/C#
 "We are all just prisoners here of our own device."
C                            G
 And in the master's chambers they're gathered for the feast
Am7                                             B7
 They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast 
The last thing I remember I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man, "we are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave."

Guitar Solo