Luke Combs Whoever You Turn Out To Be

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A hand-me-down f-150
Might not be the tank you empty
Burning gasoline
The day you turn sixteen.

And just because dusty boots
And camouflage are in your roots
Don't mean you ever gotta wear 'em
If that ain't you, I don't care.

Yeah, I used to love to sling that dirt up down them rural routes
But god might have a different map dot planned for you mapped out.

So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised you
So what if you don't cut your teeth on jr., jones, and waylon
Now it might work out
That you don't turn out anything like me
But I'll love whoever you turn out to be.

What if you picked up a canvas
And you just up and single-handed
Painted scenes the world ain't ever seen?

Oh, maybe you were made for something
Me and your mama don't see coming
You ain't gotta know right now
You got your whole life to figure it out.

You might choose a simple life, raise some kids and settle down
But you ain't gotta change the world to make your daddy proud.

So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised you
So what if you won't bait a hook even if I paid you
Now it might work out
That you don't turn out anything like me
But I'll love whoever you turn out to be.

So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised you
You'll always have your spot at sunday supper that we saved you
Now it might work out
That you don't turn out anything like me
But I'll love whoever you turn out to be.