Whoever You Turn Out to Be - Luke Combs

Lyrics by：Rhett Akins/Ben Stennis

Composed by：Rhett Akins/Ben Stennis

Produced by：Luke Combs/Chip Matthews/Jonathan Singleton

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 comin'

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