The Eagles —
Hotel California

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© Acordes transcritos por: Antón Gavzov // el jefe del proyecto (https://Muzland.es)
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 74 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics and Music by Don Henley, Glenn Frey and Don Felder

Intro: F#m | C#7 | E | B7
       D | A | Bm7 | C#7
       F#m | C#7 | E
       B7 | D | A | Bm7 | C#7

F#m                       C#7
On a dark desert highway,
                      E
Cool wind in my hair,
                      B7
Warm smell of colitas
                           D
Rising up through the air.
                          A
Up ahead in the distance,
                          Bm7
I saw a shimmering light.
My head grew heavy
                       C#7
And my sight grew dim;
I had to stop for the night.

F#m                             C#7
There she stood in the doorway;
                          E
I heard the mission bell.

And I was thinking to myself:
              B7
This could be heaven
                       D
Or this could be hell.
                          A
Then she lit up a candle,
                           Bm7
And she showed me the way.
                                     C#7
There were voices down the corridor;
I thought I heard them say:

Chorus:
   D                           A
     “Welcome to the Hotel California,
            C#7
     Such a lovely place
     (Such a lovely place),
            F#m    E    A Bm7
     Such a lovely face.
     D                               A
     Plenty of room at the Hotel California.
         Bm
     Any time of year
     (Any time of year)
             C#7
     You can find it here.”

F#m                          C#7
Her mind is Tiffany twisted.
                                  E
She got the Mercedes bends. (Uh.)
                                      B7
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,
                        D
That she calls friends.
How they dance in the courtyard;
A                   Bm7
Sweet summer sweat.
                        C#7
Some dance to remember;

Some dance to forget.

F#m                         C#7
So I called up the captain:
“Please, bring me my wine.”
        E
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here
     B7                     D
Since nineteen sixty nine”.
And still those voices are calling from
A         Bm7
Far away;
                                       C#7
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say, hey:

Chorus:
   D                           A
     “Welcome to the Hotel California,
            C#7
     Such a lovely place
     (Such a lovely place),
            F#m    E    A Bm7
     Such a lovely face.
             D
     They’re living it up
                      A
     At the Hotel California.
            Bm
     What a nice surprise
     (What a nice surprise).
                C#7
     Bring your alibis.”

F#m                     C#7
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice,
              E
And she said,
                                B7
“We are all just prisoners here
                    D
Of our own device.”
                              A
And in the master’s chambers,
                             Bm7
They gathered for the feast.
They stab it with their steely knives,
         C#7
But they just can’t kill the beast.

F#m
Last thing I remember
     C#7                    E
I was running for the door.

I had to find the passage back
       B7                  D
To the place I was before.
“Relax,” said the nightman,
       A                       Bm7
“We are programmed to receive.
                                    C#7
You can check out any time you like
                  C#5 C5 C#5
But you can never leave.”

Instrumental: F#m | C#7 | E | B7
              D | A | Bm7 | C#7   } ×5