Year: 1976 - Album: Hotel California
Written by Don Felder / Don Henley / Glenn Frey
8 8 8 -8 -8 -8 8 8 8 -8 -8 -8 On a dark des-ert high-way, Cool wind in my hair 8 8 -8 -8 -8 8 8 8 8 -8 -8 -8 7 -6 Warm smell of co-li-tas, Ris-ing up through the air-- 8 -9 8 -8 7 7 8 7 -8 8 8 -8 7 7 Up a-head in the dis-tance I saw a shim-mer-ing light -7 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 7 -8 7 -8 My head grew hea-vy,and my sight grew dim 7 8 8 8 -8 -8 8 I had to stop for the night 8 8 -9 8 8 -9 8 There she stood in the door-way -7 8 8 8 -8 -8 I heard the mis-sion bell 6 -8 -8 -8 7 -8 -8 8 And I was think-ing to my-self 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 -8 -8 -8 7 -6 This could be Hea-ven or this could be Hell-- 8 8 8 -8 7 -8 8 -6 6 8 -8 7 7 Then she lit up a can-dle And she showed me the way -8 -8 7 -8 -8 7 -8 7 -8 There were voi-ces down the cor-ri-dor -8 8 -8 8 9 -8 I thought I heard them say Chorus- -9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -9 9 -9 -9 8 8 Wel-come to the Ho-tel Cal--i-for--nia 8 8 8 -8 -8 8 8 8 -8 -8 Such a love-ly place, Such a love-ly place (background) 7 -8 -8 7 7 Such a love-ly face 8 -9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -9 9 -9 -9 8 8 Plen-ty of room at the Ho-tel Cal-i-for--nia -8 8 8 -8 -8 -8 8 8 -8 -8 An-y time of year,An-y time of year (background) -8 -9 -9 8 8 -8 -9 -9 8 8 You can find it here You can find it here verse2. Her mind is Tiffany twisted She's got the Mercedes Benz She's 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 1969 And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say Chorus- Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely Place, Such a lovely Place (background) Such a lovely face, They're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise, What a nice surprise (background) Bring your alibies verse3. Mir-rors on the ceil-ing,Pink cham-pagne on ice And she said, We are all just pris-on-ers here Of our own de-vice And in the mast-er's cham-bers They gath-ered for the feast They stab it with their steel-y knives But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I re-mem-ber, I was run-ning for the door I had to find the pas-sage back to the place I was be-fore Re-lax said the night-man, We are pro-gramed to re-cieve You can check out an-y time you like 8 8 8 8 8 8 But you can nev-er leave