Bm7                        F#m
 On a dark desert highway,  cool wind in my hair
A                      E9
 Warm smell of colitas  rising up through the air
G                         D
 Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Em7                                       F#7
 My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

Bm7                              F#m
 There she stood in the doorway;  I heard the mission bell
A                                            E9
 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#7
 There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say
 
 {Chorus} 
G                            D
 Welcome to the Hotel California.
        F#7                  Bm7
 Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
 G                                  D
 Plenty of room at the Hotel California
     Em7                                     F#7
 Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
 
Bm7                          F#7
 Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
A                                     E9
 She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys   that she calls friends
G                                 D
 How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Em7                      F#7
 Some dance to remember,  some dance to forget
Bm7                          F#7
 So I called up the captain;  "Please bring me my wine." He said;
A                                       E9
 "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
G                                        D
 And still those voices are calling from far away
Em7                                      F#7
 Wake you up in the middle of the night,  just to hear them say
 
{Chorus}
G                            D
 Welcome to the Hotel California.
        F#7                  Bm7
 Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
      G                                D
 They livin' if up at the Hotel California
        Em7                                             F#7
 What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

Bm7                      F#7 
 Mirrors on the ceiling,  the pink champagne on ice. And she said;
A                                E9  
 "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
G                             D
 And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
Em7                                              F#7
 They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast
 

Bm7                           F#7
 Last thing I remember, I was  running for the door
A                                      E9
 I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
G                                   D
 "Relax" said the nightman, "We are  programmed to receive"
Em7                                   F#7
 "You can check out anytime you like,  but you can never leave"