Eagles - Hotel California: Ukulele Chords

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Bm
   On a dark desert highway,
F#7
   Cool wind in my hair,
A
   Warm smell of colitas
E7
   Rising up through the air.
G                      D
   Up ahead in the distance,
   I saw a shimmering light.
Em                            Bm
   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#7
   I heard the mission bell.
A
   And I was thinking to myself:
                  E7
   This could be heaven or this could be hell.
G
   Then she lit up a candle,
D
   And she showed me the way.
Em
   There were voices down the corridor;
F#7
   I thought I heard them say:


   G                            D
     “Welcome to the Hotel California,
            F#7
     Such a lovely place (such a lovely place),
             Bm            A Bm
     Such a lovely face.
    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#7
   She got the Mercedes bends.
A
   She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,
E7
   That she calls friends.
G
   How they dance in the courtyard;
     D
   Sweet summer sweat.
Em
   Some dance to remember;
F#7
   Some dance to forget.

Bm
   So I called up the captain:
F#7
   “Please, bring me my wine.”
           A
   He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here
        E7
   Since nineteen sixty nine”.
G
   And still those voices are calling from
    D
   Far away;
Em
   Wake you up in the middle of the night
F#7
   Just to hear them say, hey:


   G                            D
     “Welcome to the Hotel California,
            F#7
     Such a lovely place (such a lovely place),
             Bm            A Bm
     Such a lovely face.
              G
     They’re living it up
                       D
     At the Hotel California.
            Em
     What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise).
               F#7
     Bring your alibis.”

Bm
   Mirrors on the ceiling,
F#7
   The pink champagne on ice, and she said,
A
   “We are all just prisoners here
E7
   Of our own device.”
G
   And in the master’s chambers,
D
   They gathered for the feast.
Em
   They stab it with their steely knives,
            F#7
   But they just can’t kill the beast.

Bm
   Last thing I remember
      F#7
   I was running for the door.
A
   I had to find the passage back
            E7
   To the place I was before.
G
   “Relax,” said the nightman,
       D
   “We are programmed to receive.
Em
   You can check out any time you like
F#7
   But you can never leave.”

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