Karaoké Whoever You Turn Out to Be Luke Combs

A hand-me-down F-One-Fifty might not be the tank you empty burnin' 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 plan for you mapped out

So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised ya

So what if you don't cut your teeth on

Junior, 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

Or maybe you were made for somethin' 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 ya

So what if you won't bait a hook even if it paid ya

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 ya

You'll always have your spot at Sunday supper that we saved ya

Now it might work out that you don't turn out anything like me

But I'll love whoever you turn out to be