| Song | Hotel California |
| Artist | David H. Yakobian |
| Album | Hi-Fi Recorders II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hotel California | |
| Eagles | |
| On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair | |
| Warm smell of colitas, rising up through 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 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 | |
| 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, 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 | |
| So I called up the Captain, | |
| 'Please bring me my wine | |
| He said,'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 | |
| 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, bring your alibis | |
| 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 | |
| The 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 checkout any time you like | |
| but you can never leave |
| Hotel California | |
| Eagles | |
| On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair | |
| Warm smell of colitas, rising up through 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 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 | |
| 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 Tiffanytwisted, 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 | |
| So I called up the Captain, | |
| ' Please bring me my wine | |
| He said,' 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 | |
| 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, bring your alibis | |
| 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 | |
| The 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 checkout any time you like | |
| but you can never leave |
| Hotel California | |
| Eagles | |
| On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair | |
| Warm smell of colitas, rising up through 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 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 | |
| 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 Tiffanytwisted, 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 | |
| So I called up the Captain, | |
| ' Please bring me my wine | |
| He said,' 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 | |
| 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, bring your alibis | |
| 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 | |
| The 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 checkout any time you like | |
| but you can never leave |