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



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



But then he's gone,

Like a flash.

Yeah, Like a flash,

Yeah.



Ok,

This is Rancid signin off for now,

Until next time, 

We'll see you guys later...