>HmiOn a dark desert highway, F#cool wind in my hair
>AWarm smell of colitas Erising up through the air
>GUp ahead in the distance, DI saw a shimmering light
>EmMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
>F#I had to stop for the night
>HmiThere she stood in the doorway; F#I heard the mission bell
>AAnd I was thinking to myself this could be Eheaven or this could be hell
>GThen she lit up a candle,D and she showed me the way
>EmThere were voices down the corridor, F#I thought I heard them say
>GWelcome to the Hotel CaliDfornia.
>Such a Emlovely place, such a Hmi7lovely face
>(1)GPlenty of room at the Hotel CaliDfornia
>(2)They livin' it up at the Hotel California
>(1)Any Emtime of year (any time of year) you can F#find it here
>(2)What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis
>Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
>She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends
>How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
>Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
>So I called up the captain; "Please bring me my wine."
>"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
>And still those voices are calling from far away
>Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say
>CHORUS (with ending 2)
>Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
>And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
>And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
>They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast
>Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
>I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
>"Relax" said the nightman, "We are programmed to receive"
>"You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave"