Hotel California

Felder, Henley & Frey / the Eagles

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	Bm	F#
	On a dark desert highway,	cool wind in my hair;

	A	E
	Warm smell of colitas,	rising through the air.

	G	D
	Up ahead in the distance,	I saw a shimering light.

	Em	F#
	My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,	I had to stop for the night.

	Bm	F#
	There she stood in the doorway;	I heard the mission bell,

	A	E
	And I was thinking to myself: this could be	heaven or this could be hell!

	G	D
	Then she lit up a candle	and she showed me the way;

	Em	F#
	There were voices down the corridor;	I thought I heard them say:

Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz.

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends.

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 far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say:

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, and she said:

"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."

And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast.

They stab 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 night man, "We are programmed to receive.

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!"