Letra de Golden Gate Fields
This is not Churchill Downs This is not Hollywood Park When the field's wide open I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart YeahLet 'em run, let 'em ride, let 'em roll down the track Let 'em all win place and show, let 'em one dollar exact Six furlongs, four phillys, three mares, three years and upWho measures up? Well, I wish you luck Who measures up? Well, I wish you luckAnd this is not Churchill Downs, this is not Hollywood Park Oh, when the field's wide open I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart YeahWell they rush the windows and play odds on fave But the starter in second deuces down a bit of give and take And the race is a puzzler when they open from the outsideAnd it's a hit and run and they look back And ya, you can't count on that And that, that's a fact And the old men from El Cerrito Who talk about their picks And they talk about all the wins of Laffit PincayThis is not Churchill Downs This is not Hollywood Park When the field's wide open I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart YeahEvery time I come back to the East Bay, I run into Big L Uh, but 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 at the trackI 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?" Uh, "way back in 1973?"Every time I see him he has to remind me Like I would ever forget Big LAnd then Then he's gone Like a flash 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