Paroles de Seven Miles An Hour

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 from 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 Mama says, playing ball is too uncertain, son. Go to college, get an education like we 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 at Jenkins I thought for sure he'd get in But Jenkins never had what this kid has You 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