Rancid - GGF (Golden Gate Fields) lyrics

This is not Churchill Downs
This is not Hollywood Park
When the field's wide open
I'll pick the horse who's
Got the biggest heart

Let 'em run, let 'em ride
Let 'em roll down the track
Let 'em win, place and show
Let 'em one dollar exact
Six furlongs, four fillies
Three mares three years and up
Who measures up, well I wish you luck
Who measures up, well I wish you luck

This is not Churchill Downs
This is not Hollywood Park
When the field's wide open
I'll pick the horse who's
Got the biggest heart

Well they rush the windows and
Play odds on fave
But the starter in 2nd deuces down
A bit of give and take
Race is a puzzler when they open
From the outside
It's a hit and run and they look back and
You can't count on that and
That's a fact and
The old men from El Cerrito
Who talk about their picks and
They talk about all the wins of
The great jockey Laffit Pincay

This is not Churchill Downs
This is not Hollywood Park
When the field's wide open
I'll pick the horse who's
Got the biggest heart

Every time I come back to the East Bay
I run into Big L oh, my old friend Big L
No, he's not doing so well
See, me and Big L grew up
Across the freeway from the track
Yes, we spent many, many, many, many
Days over at the track
I see Big L rollin' up the street
On his little sister's pink ten-speed
He said "Tim, Tim, don't you remember me?"
"Way back, from 1973?"
And every time I see him he has to remind me
Like I would ever, forget Big L but then
Then he's gone like a flash
But then he's gone like a flash
Yeah, Like a flash yeah

Ok this is Rancid signing off for now
Until next time we'll see you guys later