Accords et paroles G.G.F. (Golden Gate Fields) Rancid

G.G.F. (Golden Gate Fields)

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   CHORUS:
                                                (pm)
This is not Churchill Downs this is not Hollywood Park
                                                                   (pm)
When the field is wide open I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart
VERSE (palm muted):
Let 'em run let em ride let em roll down the track  
Let 'em win place and show let 'em 1 dollar exact  
Six furlongs four dillys 3 mares 3 years and up  
Who measures up well I wish you luck  
Who measures up well I wish you luck  
                                                (pm)
This is not Churchill Downs this is not Hollywood Park
                                                                   (pm)
When the field is wide open I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart
VERSE (palm muted):
Well they rush the windows and play odds on the fan  
My starter in second dueces 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 Cerreto who talk about their picks  
Talk about the wins of the great jock  
CHORUS:
                                                (pm)
This is not Churchill Downs this is not Hollywood Park
                                                                   (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:
(x2)
- til end
otra - hehehehehe
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Contribuição: Tadeu José Facchinetti Leone Filho([email protected])

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