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Original key:                                                                                                                ~   Hotel California ~                                                                                                    By Eagles

Verse 

 

 

 

  Em                     

B7

D     

       A

[1]  On a dark desert highway

  Cool wind in my hair

  I was thinking to myself, this could

      be heaven or this could be hell

[2]  Her mind is tiffany-twisted

  She got the Mercedes-Benz

(He said) ¡°We haven¡¯t had that spirit here

Since nineteen sixty nine¡±

[3]  Mirrors on the ceiling

  They drink Champaign on ice

  I have to find my passage back

To the place I was before

 

 

 

 

D

A

C

      G

  Warm smell of coletus

  Rising up thru the air

  Then she lit up a candle

             And she showed me the way

  She got a lot of pretty, pretty boy

  She calls friends

  And still those voices are coming

from far away

(And she said)  We are all just prisoners here

  of our own device

 ¡°Relax¡±, said the night man

We are all programmed to receive

 

 

 

 

C

G

Am

             B7

  Up ahead in the distance

  I saw a shimmer of light

  There were voices down the

corridor,   and I heard them say

  How they dance in the courtyard

  Sweet summer sweat

  Wake you up in the middle of the

night      Just to hear them say

  In the Master¡¯s chambers

  They gathered for the fiest

  You can check out any time you

like        But you can never leave!

 

 

 

 

Am

B7

Chorus

 

  My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

  I had to stop for the night

    C                            G

              Am                   Em

  Some dance to remember

   Some dance to forget

[1]  Welcome to the hotel California

Such a lovely place, such a lovely face

  Stab it with the steely knives, but they

just can¡¯t kill the beast

[2] Welcome to the hotel California

Such a lovely place, such a lovely face

 

 

 

 

Em                     

B7

C                                 G

        Am                          B7

  There she stood in the doorway

  I heard the mission bell

  Plenty of room in the hotel California

Any       time  of   year,     you   can   find it here

  So I called up the Captain

 ¡°Please bring me my wine!¡±

  Living  it  up  in  the  hotel  California

What a nice surprise, When you¡¯re out of lies

  Last thing I remember           I was

  running for the door

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Transcribed by Sunarto - G