Hotel California

Eagles

    Am E G D F C Dm E - 2 раза

      Am               E
      On a dark desert highway
      G               D
      cool wind in my hair
      F             C
      warm smell of colitas
      Dm        E
      rising up through the air

      Up ahead in the distance
      I saw a shimmering light
      my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
      I had to stop for the night

      Am                     E
      There she stood in the doorway
      G                  D
      I heard the mission bell
      F                    C
      and I was thinkin to my self
      Dm                             E
      this coud be heaven or this coud be hell

      Then she lit up that candle
      and she showed me the way
      there were voices down the corridor
      I thought I heard them say:

         F C E7 Am F C Dm E7

               F                   C
       Welcome to the Hotel California
               E7
       such a lovely place
           such a lovely place
                Am
       such a lovely face
               F                          C
       Plenty of room at the Hotel California
               Dm
       any time of year
           any time of year
               E7
       you can find it here

         Am E G D F C Dm E - 2 раза

      Am                       E
      Her mind is definitely - twisted
      G           D
      she got the Mersedes - benz
      F                       C
      she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
      Dm        E
      she calls friend
      How they dance in the courtyard
      sweet summer sweat
      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 nineteen sixty nine
      And still those voices are calling
      from faraway
      wake you up in the middle of the night
      just to here them say:

       Welcome to the Hotel California
       such a lovely place
           such a lovely place
       such a lovely face

       They're livin up at the Hotel California
       what a nice surprise
           what a nice surprise
       bring you're alibis

      Mirrors on the ceiling
      the pink champange on ice and she said:
      We are all just prisoners here
      of our oun device
      And in the masters chambers
      they gathered for the feast
      they stabbed it with their steely knives
      but they just can't kill the beast

      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 nightman
      we are programmed to receive
      you can check out any time of night
      but you can never leave