HOTEL CALIFORNIA (transporte en 7) 
 
 
  Em  B7  D4  F#m  C  G  E  B7 
  Em  B7  D4  F#m  C  G  E  B7 
 
 
Em                         B7 
  On a dark desert highway,  cool wind in my hair, 
D4                      F#m 
  warm smell of colitas   rising up through the air. 
 F                         C 
  Up ahead in the distance  I saw a shimmering light, 
Am                                         B7 
  my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,  I had to stay for the night. 
 
 
Em                               B7 
  There she stood in the doorway,  I heard the mission bell, 
D4                                           F#m 
  and I was thinking to myself this could be heaven, this could be hell. 
 F                         C 
  Then she lit up a candle  and she showed me the way, 
Am                                         B7 
  there were voices down the corridor,  I thought I heard them say: 
 
 
F                           C              E                   Am 
 "Welcome to the hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face. 
    F                              C          Dm                    E 
  Plenty of room at the hotel California, any time of year you can find it here." 
 
 
Em                            B7 
  Her mind is Tiffany twisted,  she got the Mercedes Benz, 
D4                                    F#m 
  she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,  she calls friends. 
 F                                 C 
  How they dance in the courtyard!  Sweet summer sweat! 
Am                       B7 
  Some dance to remember,  some dance to forget. 
 
 
Em                           B7 
  So I called up the captain:  "Please bring me my wine", he said: 
D4                                      F#m 
  "We haven't had that spirit here since   nineteen sixty-nine". 
 F                                   C 
  And still those voices are calling  from far away, 
Am                                       B7 
  wake you up in the middle of the night,  just to hear them say: 
 
 
F                           C              E                   Am 
 "Welcome to the hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face. 
           F                             C             Dm                        E 
  They're living it up at the hotel California, what a nice surprise, bring your alibis." 
 
 
Em                       B7 
  Mirrors on the ceiling,  the pink champagne on ice, and she said: 
D4                                F#m 
  "We are all just prisoners here,   of our own device". 
 F                              C 
  And in the master's chambers,  they gathered for the feast. 
Am                                     B7 
  They stab it with their steely knives  but they just can't kill the beast. 
 
 
Em                       B7 
  Last thing I remember,  (I was) running for the door. 
D4                                       F#m 
  I had to find the passage back to the place I was before 
 F                             C 
  "Relax", said the night man,  "We are programmed to receive, 
Am                                    B7 
  you can check out any time you like,  but you can never leave". 
 
 
F                           C              E                   Am 
 "Welcome to the hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face. 
    F                              C          Dm                    E 
  Plenty of room at the hotel California, any time of year you can find it here."