Hotel California

On a dark desert highway,

(F#)cool wind in my hair,

(A)warm smell of colitas

(E)rising up through the air,

(G)up ahead, in the distance,

(D)I saw a shimmering light.

(Em)My head grew heavy and my sight grew (F#)dim;

I had to stop for the night.

(Bm)There she stood in the doorway,

(F#)I heard the mission bell,

(A)and I was thinking to myself:

this could be (E)heaven or this could be hell.

(G)Then she lit up a candle

(D)and she showed me the way.

(Em)There were voices down the corridor,

(F#)I thought I heard them say:

(G)'Welcome to the Hotel

California.

Such a (F#)lovely place, (such a lovely place) such a (Bm)lovely face.

(G)Plenty of room at the Hotel California,

any (Em)time of year, (any time of year) you can (F#)find it here.'