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Rancid

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

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 Churchill Downs
This is not Hollywood Park
When the field is wide open
I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart

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 jock Leftgit Pincay

This is not Churchill Downs
This is not Hollywood Park
When the field is wide open
I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart

Everytime 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 everytime I see him
He has to remind me,
Like I would ever, forget Big L.
But then,
Then he's gone,
Like a flash