Golden Gates Fields lyrics

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...