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High and inside High and inside Back in the 50's when Maglie was pitching He sent a little message now and then They called him 'The Barber' 'Cause he gave a mighty close shave Oh, chin music, a little chin music Kept the hitter in his place Ten years later, Drysdale and Gibson Took no shit from a hitter who kissing The inside corner of the plate Oh, chin music, a little chin music May the hitter do a figure 8 High and inside High and inside High and inside High and inside Oh, chin music, a little chin music Take that hitter for a ride [Incomprehensible], Coke bottle, glasses His best pitchers looked like in tension or passes The batters, they were trembling in their shoes Oh, chin music, a little chin music Was all that he needed to use Hit me All the kids pitched, like they're under court orders Getting all cute, painting the corners The batter stepped out of the box for his spell Oh, chin music, a little chin music Would served those rookies well Pitch count, seven men, 5 man rotation [Incomprehensible] pinpoint location And they still can't do what those guys did Oh, chin music, a little chin music Separate the men from the kids Oh, we're gonna get High and inside High and inside High and inside High and inside Oh, chin music, a little chin music Take that batter for a ride We're gonna get High and inside High and inside High and inside High and inside Oh, chin music, a little chin music You can run but you can't hide
Writer(s): Steve Wynn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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