Am E
on a dark desert highway , cool wind in my hairG D
warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
F C
up ahead in the distance , i saw a shimmering light
Dm
my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
E
i had to stop for the night
Am E
there she stood in the doorway; i heard the mission bell
G D
and i was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell
F C
then she lit up a candle , and she showed me the way
Dm E
there were voices down the corridor , i thought i heard them say
chorus :
F C
welcome to the hotel california .
E Am
such a lovely place , such a lovely face
C Dm
plenty of room at the hotel california
E E
any time of year ( any time of year ) you can find it here
and so on . . . .
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