Seven Miles An Hour Lyrics

Evan throws the hard ball for his high school club 83 miles an hour on the radar gun His coach says "Get it up to 90, kid, in a year or two, and scouts in the major leagues will come looking for you." And it's seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour from easy street Seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour from easy street His momma said "This playing ball is too uncertain, son. Go to college, get an education like we'd done." His dad says "Son, the junkyard is littered with the arms of high school pitchers who threw 83 down on the farm." And it's seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour from easy street I remember when they came looking to Jenkins I thought for sure he'd get in But Jenkins never had what this kid has He can tell by the way he holds his chin And it's seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour from easy street Seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour Seven miles an hour from easy street