Ggf (golden Gate Fields) Lyrics - Rancid

[Chorus] 

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 

[Verse 1] 

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 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 

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 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge] 

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 

[Outro] 

Ok 

This is Rancid signing off for now 

Until next time 

We'll see you guys later...