The Baseball Project - Chin Music lyrics

Back in the '50s when Maglie was pitching He'd send a little message now and then They called him The Barber 'Cause he gave a mighty close shave Ah, chin music A little chin music kept the hitter in his place Ten years later Drysdale and Gibson took no sh** From a hitter who was kissin' the inside corner of the plate Ah, chin music A little chin music made that hitter do a figure eight Ryne Duren wore Coke-bottle gla**es His best pitches looked like intentional pa**es The batters, they were trembling in their shoes Ah, chin music A little chin music was all that he needed to use All the young kids pitch like they're under court orders Getting all cute, painting the corners The batter steps out of the box for a spell A little chin music would serve those rookies well Pitch count, set-up men, five-man rotations Whirlpool, Tommy John, pinpoint location And they still can't do what the old guys did Ah, chin music A little chin music, separate the men from the kids High and inside, high and inside Ah, chin music, a little chin music You can run but you can't hide