\songcolumns{2}
\beginsong{Hotel California}
  [by=The Eagles,cov=complete-greatest-hits]


  \cover
  \gtab{Sim}{2:X02210}
  \gtab{Fa#}{2:022100}
  \gtab{La}{X02220}
  \gtab{Mi}{022100}
  \gtab{Sol}{320003}
  \gtab{Ré}{XX0232}

  \beginverse
    \[Sim]On a dark desert highway,
    \[Fa#]Cool wind in my hair
    \[La]Warm smell of colitas 
    \[Mi]Rising up through the air
    \[Sol]Up ahead in the distance,
    \[Ré]I saw a shimmering light
    \[Mim]My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
    \[Fa#]{I had} to stop for the night
  \endverse

  \beginverse
    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
  \endverse

  \beginchorus
    \[Sol]Welcome to the Hotel Cali\[Ré]fornia.
    Such a \[Mim]lovely place,
    Such a \[Fa#]lovely face
    \[Sol]Plenty of room at the Hotel Cali\[Ré]fornia
    Any \[Mim]time of year \echo{any time of year}
    You can \[Fa#]find it here
  \endchorus

  \beginverse
    Her mind is Tiffany twisted,
    She got the Mercedes bends
    She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
    That she calls friends
    How they dance in the courtyard,
    Sweet summer sweat
    Some dance to remember,
    Some dance to forget
  \endverse

  \beginverse
    So I called up the captain
    ``Please bring me my wine.''
    ``We haven't had that spirit here
    Since nineteen sixty-nine''
    And still those voices are calling from 
    Far away
    Wake you up in the middle of the night,
    Just to hear them say
  \endverse

  \beginchorus
    Welcome to the Hotel California.
    Such a lovely place,
    Such a lovely face
    They livin' it up at the Hotel California
    What a nice surprise \echo{what a nice surprise}
    Bring your alibis
  \endchorus

  \beginverse
    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
  \endverse

  \beginverse
    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 nightman,
    ``We are programmed to receive''
    ``You can check out anytime you like,
    But you can never leave''
  \endverse

\endsong