If you go to any track in California

You'll find there waitin' for ya

Strangers calling each other "homies"

They're really all the Chromies.

They're waiting for the van to pull up

But it's not there to fill up.

It's delivering the special gold

For all the people to behold.

This gold ain't no solid brick,

Nah, this gold can really kick.

Actually, this gold is pretty bold.

"He'll win" we all were told.

So far he's earned more than 4 mil.

Yup, he has a lotta chill.

Bred near Coalinga on Harris Ranch

His parents had one more chance

To be represented well on the turf

Not just the turf near the surf. [Santa Anita]

On ten/eleven the board declared

(somewhere Tonalist's nostrils flared)

that this was the day for their gold to shine.
They hoped that he would be fine.

He barely missed the Triple Crown

Cuz in Belmont's gate he went down.

But he got back up and made up
ground

Making sure the fans stayed proud.

At the turf near the surf he managed third

He flew down the stretch like a bird.

As year's end finally approached

Art continually coached

'Til the gold was caught in Hollywood's flash

When the boys and girls clashed.

This gold is really Chrome,

and he calls California home.