Eagles

Eagles

Hotel California (Acoustic)
Composição de (Don Felder, Donald Hugh Henley, Glenn Lewis Frey)
Intro:

Bm F#7 A E G D Em F#7   
Bm F#7 A E G D Em F#7 

	  Bm                                     F#7    
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                                                                  F#7    
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night    
Bm                                               F#7    
There she stood in the door way, I heard the mission bell    
A                                                            E    
And I was thinking to myself this could heaven or this could be hell    
G                                   D    
Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way    
Em                                                          F#7    
There were voices down in the corridor, I thought I heard them say    


[Refrão]
G D Welcome to the Hotel California F#7 Bm Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a lovely face G D They're living it up in the Hotel California Em F#7 Anytime of year (anytime of year) you can find it here Bm F#7 Her mind was tiffany twisted, she got the mercedes benz...uh... A E She had a lot of pretty, pretty boys, who she calls friends G D How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat Em F#7 Some dance to remember, some dance to forget Bm F#7 So I called up the captain, pleeeease bring me my wine...he said A E We haven't had that spirit here since 1969 G D And still those voices are calling from faaaaaaaar awaaaaaay Em F#7 Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say
[Refrão]
G D Welcome to the Hotel California F#7 Bm Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a lovely face G D They're living it up at the Hotel California Em F#7 Anytime of year (anytime of year) you can find it here Bm F#7 Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champaign on ice...and she said A E We are all just prisoners here of our own device G D And in the master's chambers, they gathered for their feast Em F#7 They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast Bm F#7 Last thing I remember, I was running for the door A E I had to find the passage back to the place I was before G D Relax said the night man, we are programmed to receive Em F#7 You can check out anytime you'd like, but you can't never leave Bm F#7 A E G D Em F#7 Bm F#7 A E G D Em F#7

Enviado por: Manuel Usma

Corrigido por: Iago Villa Real