Golden Gate Fields Lyrics - Rancid

This is not Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park 

When the field is wide open 

I'll pick the horse that'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 phillys 

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 Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park 

When the field is wide open 

I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart 

Well they rush the windows and play odds on fave 

(But the)My 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 

You can't count on that 

That's a fact 

The old men from El Cerrito 

Who talk about their picks 

And they talk about all the wins of the great jock leftgit 

Pincay 

This is not Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park 

When the field is wide open 

I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart 

Every time I come back to the east bay I run into "big L" 

My old friend Big L he's not doing so well 

Me and Big L grew up across the freeway from the track 

WE spent may days at the track 

I see Big L come 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?" 

Every time I se him he has to remind me 

Like I would ever forget Big L 

Then he's gone 

Like a flash 

Then he's gone 

Like a flash 

Yeah like a flash 

Ok this is rancid signing off for now 

Until next time we'll see you guys later...