Brett Gurewitz - GGF (Golden Gate Fields) lyrics

[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...