Eagles — Hotel California — версия 4

Intro: Bm | F#7 | Asus2 | E9 | G | D | Em7 | F#7 }x2 

Bm                      
On a dark desert highway, 
F#7
cool wind in my hair,
Asus2                
Warm smell of colitas 
E9
rising up through the air.
G                        
Up ahead in the distance, 
D
I saw a shimmering light.
Em7                                      
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim; 
F#7
I had to stop for the night.

Bm
There she stood in the doorway; 
F#m
I heard the mission bell.
A         Asus2 Asus4/E      
An' I was thinkin' to myself: 
               E9
this could be heaven or this could be hell.
G
Then she lit up a candle, 
D
an' she showed me the way.
Em7
There were voices down the corridor; 
F#7
I thought I heard them say:

Chorus:
     G                           D
     "Welcome to the Hotel California,
            F#7                             
     Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place) 
         Bm    A/C# Bm/A
     such a lovely face.
     A/E G                              D
     Plenty of room at the Hotel California.
         Em                             
     Any time of year, (any time of year) 
            F#7
     you can find it here".

Bm
Her mind is Tiffany twisted. 
F#m
She got the Mercedes bends. (Uh)
Asus2    
She got a lot of pretty, 
E9
pretty boys, that she calls friends.
G
How they dance in the courtyard; 
D
sweet summer sweat.
Em7
Some dance to remember; 
F#7
some dance to forget.

Bm
So I called up the captain: 
F#m
"Please bring me my wine".
A         Asus2 Asus4/E      
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here 
               E9
since nineteen sixty nine".
G
An' still those voices 
D
are calling from far away;
Em7
Wake you up in the middle of the night 
F#7
just to hear them say:

Chorus:
     G                           D
     "Welcome to the Hotel California,
            F#7                 
     Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place)     
         Bm    A/C# Bm/A
     such a lovely face.
     A/E G                              D
     They're livin' it up at the Hotel California.
         Em    
     What a nice surprise, (what a nice surprise). 
            F#7                 
     Bring your alibis".

Bm
Mirrors on the ceiling, 
F#m
the pink champagne on ice,
Asus2    
An' she said, "We are all just prisoners 
E9
here of our own device".
G
An' in the master's chambers, 
D
they gathered for the feast.
Em7
They stab it with their steely knives, 
F#7
but they just can't kill the beast.

Bm
Last thing I remember 
F#m
I was running for the door.
A         Asus2 Asus4/E      
I had to find the passage 
               E9
back to place I was before.
G
"Relax", said the nightman, 
D
"We are programmed to receive.
Em7
You can check out any time you like 
F#7
but you can never leave".