paroles de chanson Golden Gate Fields - Rancid

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
Yeah

Let '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 up

Who measures up? Well, I wish you luck
Who measures up? Well, I wish you luck

And 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
Yeah

Well 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 outside

And 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 Pincay

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
Yeah

Every 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 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?"
Uh, "way back in 1973?"

Every time I see him he has to remind me
Like I would ever forget Big L

And 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