Eagles - Hotel California
Author And Composer: Don Felder, Glenn Frey, Don Henley
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Bm F#
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On a dark desert highway,
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F# A
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cool wind in my hair
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A E
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Warm smell of colitas
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E G
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rising up through the air
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G D
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Up ahead in the distance,
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D Em
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I saw a shimmering light
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Em
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My head grew heavy
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F#
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and my sight grew dim
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F# Bm
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I had to stop for the night
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Bm F#
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There she stood in the doorway
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F# A
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I heard the mission bell
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A
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And I was thinking to myself
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E
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this could be heaven
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G
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or this could be hell
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G D
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Then she lit up a candle,
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D Em
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and she showed me the way
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Em
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There were voices
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F#
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down the corridor
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F# G
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I thought I heard them say
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G D
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Welcome to the Hotel California.
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Em
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Such a lovely place
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Bm7
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such a lovely face
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Plenty of room at the
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Hotel California
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Em
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Any time of year (any time of year)
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you can find it here
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Bm F#
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Her mind is Tiffany twisted,
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F# A
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she got the Mercedes bends
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A
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She got a lot of pretty
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E G
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pretty boys that she calls friends
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G
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How they dance in the courtyard
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D Em
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sweet summer sweat
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Em
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Some dance to remember
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F#
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some dance to forget
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Bm F#
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So I called up the captain
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F# A
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"Please bring me my wine."
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A E
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"We haven't had that spirit here
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E G
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since nineteen sixty-nine"
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G
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And still those voices are
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D Em
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calling from far away
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Em
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Wake you up
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F#
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in the middle of the night
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F# G
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just to hear them say
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G D
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Welcome to the Hotel California.
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Em
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Such a lovely place
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Bm7
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such a lovely face
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They livin' it up at the
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Hotel California
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Em
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What a nice surprise
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Em
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(what a nice surprise)
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F#
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bring your alibis
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Mirrors on the ceiling
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the pink champagne on ice
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And she said
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"We are all just prisoners here
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of our own device"
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And in the master's chambers
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they gathered for the feast
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They stab it with their steely knives
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but they just can't kill the beast
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Last thing I remember
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I was running for the door
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I had to find the passage
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back to the place I was before
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"Relax" said the nightman
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"We are programmed to receive"
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"You can check out anytime you like
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but you can never leave"
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