Am                                              E7

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

G                                       D

Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air

F                                              C

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

Dm

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

E

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

This could be heaven or this could be hell

Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...

F                                              C

Welcome to the Hotel California.

              E7                                                                           Am

Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place), such a lovely face

                F                                                       C

There's plenty of room at the Hotel California

         Dm                                                                    E

Any time of year, (any time of year) You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, She got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty pretty boys   she calls friends

How they danced 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 (he said)

We haven't had that spirit here since 1969

and still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say…     CHORUS!

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 night man; we are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like

But you can never leave… CHORUS

          Am        C                            D                F

There is a house in New Orleans,

            Am             C              E

They call the "Rising Sun",

       Am               C              D                           F

It's been the ruin of many a poor boy,

          Am         E                   | Am | C | D | F | Am | E | Am | E |

And God, I know, I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gambling man,

Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time, he's satisfied,

Is when he's on a drunk

[Solo]

O, mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of Rising Sun

Well, I've got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans (organ: E7)

They call the "Rising Sun"  (organ: E7)

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know, I'm one

Outro:

| Am | Dm | Am | Dm | Am | Dm | | Am | Dm | Am | Dm | Am (ritardando)    

(organ plays Am9; guitar equivalent: x-0-5-5-5-7)

the organ often plays 7th chords