Lyrics of
G.G.F.

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
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
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 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
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
VERSE
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