On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
warm smell of colitas, rising up in the air
up ahead in the distance, i saw a shimmering light
my head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
i had to stop for the night
there she stood in the doorway, i heard a mission bell
and i was thinking to myself, this could be heaven
or this could be hell
then she lit up the candle, and she showed me the way
there were voices down the corrider, i thought i heard them say;

CHORUS
welcome to the hotel california
such a lovely place, such a lovely face
plenty of room at the hotel california
any time of year, you can find it here

her mind is Tiffany twisted, shes got the Mercedes Benz
shes got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
that she calls friends
how they dance in the court yard, 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 havent had that spirit here since 1969
and still those voices are calling from far away
wake you up in the midle of the night
just to hear you say:

CHORUS

mirrors on the ceiling, depict champagne on ice
and she said, we are all just prisoners here
on our own device
and in the masters chambers, they gathered for the feast
they tried to stab it with their steely knives but they just cant 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 anytime you like
but you can never leave

Prepared by
Man In Blue.......!