The Eagles
The Eagles - Hotel California Ver 5 gitaar chord
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The Eagles-Hotel California this is the way i play Hotel California... -2-2-------2-----2-2-----2---0-0-------0-----0-0-------0--- -3-------3---3---2-----2---2-2-------2---2---0-------0---0- -4-----4-------4-3---3-------2-----2-------2-1-----1------- -4---4-----------4-4---------2---2-----------2---2--------- -2-2-------------4-----------0-0-------------2-2----------- -x---------------2-----------x---------------0------------- -3-3-----3-----2-2-----2---3p2---0-0-----0-----2-2-x-x-2--- -3-----3---3---3-----3---3-----3-0-----0---0---2-2-x-x-2--- -0---0-------0-2---2-------------0---0-------0-3-3-x-x-3--- -0-0-----------0-0---------------2-------------4-4-x-x-4--- -2-------------0-----------------2-------------4-4-x-x-4--- -3--------------x----------------0-------------2-2-x-x-2--- Bm F# On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair A E Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air G D Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light Em My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim F# I had to stop for the night Bm There she stood in the doorway F# I heard the mission bell A And I was thinking to myself E This could be Heaven or this could be Hell G D Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way Em There were voices down the corridor F# I thought I heard them say... G D Welcome to the Hotel California F# Bm Such a lovely place Such a lovely face G D Plenty of room at the Hotel California Em F# Any time of year, you can find it here Bm F# Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends A E She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends G D How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat Em F# Some dance to remember, some dance to forget Bm So I called up the Captain F# Please bring me my wine A E He said, We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine G D And still those voices are calling from far away Em Wake you up in the middle of the night F# Just to hear them say... CHORUS Bm Mirrors on the ceiling F# The pink champagne on ice A E And she said, We are all just prisoners here, of our own device G And in the master's chambers D They gathered for the feast Em The stab it with their steely knives F# But they just can't kill the beast Bm Last thing I remember, I was F# Running for the door A I had to find the passage back E To the place I was before G Relax, said the night man D We are programmed to receive Em You can checkout any time you like F# but you can never leave