G.G.F. (Golden Gate Fields)

Rancid

Tom: G

CHORUS:
G                            C           G         D(pm)
This is not Churchill Downs, this is not Hollywood Park
         G                  C                         G               D(pm)
When the field is wide open I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart
VERSE (palm muted):
        C          G           D             G
Let 'em run let em ride let em roll down the track
        C             G            D          G
Let 'em win place and show let 'em 1 dollar exact
       C          G        D                 G
Six furlongs four dillys 3 mares 3 years and up
D
Who measures up well I wish you luck
D
Who measures up well I wish you luck
CHORUS:
G                            C           G         D(pm)
This is not Churchill Downs, this is not Hollywood Park
         G                  C                         G               D(pm)
When the field is wide open I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart
VERSE (palm muted):
          C           G             D           G
Well they rush the windows and play odds on the fan
   C          G             D                      G
My starter in second dueces down a bit of give and take
C         G                 D                G
Race is a puzzler when they open from the outside
D
It's a hit and run and they look back you can't count on that
D
That's a fact the old men from El Cerreto who talk about their picks
D
Talk about the wins of the great jock
CHORUS:
G                            C           G         D(pm)
This is not Churchill Downs, this is not Hollywood Park
         G                  C                         G               D(pm)
When the field is wide open I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart
VERSE
(fucked up timing that i wont tab...
 Same chords as priot verses)
Everytime I go back to the east bay i run into big "L"
My old friend big "L", he's not doin so well
Me and big "L" grew up across the freeway from the track
Spent many many many days at the track
I see big "L" come rollin up the street
In his little sister's pink ten speed
He said Tim, Tim don't you remember me
Way back in 1973
Everytime i see him he has to remind me
Like i would ever forget big "L"
Then he's gone  like a flash
OUTRO CRDS:
G/C/G/D (x2)
C/G/D/G - til end

otra - hehehehehe