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