Letra de ' Whoever You Turn Out To Be ' de Luke Combs

A hand-me-down F150 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 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?
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