Seven Miles An Hour – Dan Bern – letras

Evan throws the hard ball for his high school club83 miles an hour on the radar gunHis coach says get it up to 90, kid, in a year or two,And scouts from the major leagues will come looking for youAnd it’s seven miles an hour, seven miles an hourSeven miles an hour from easy streetSeven miles an hour, seven miles an hourSeven miles an hour from easy streetHis Mama says, playing ball is too uncertain, son.Go to college, get an education like we doneHis Dad says son, the junkyard is littered with the armsOf high school pitchers who threw 83 down on the farmAnd it’s seven miles an hour, seven miles an hourSeven miles an hour from easy streetI remember when they came looking at JenkinsI thought for sure he’d get inBut Jenkins never had what this kid hasYou can tell by the way he holds his chinAnd it’s seven miles an hour, seven miles an hourSeven miles an hour from easy streetSeven miles an hour, seven miles an hourSeven miles an hour from easy street