Whoever You Turn Out to Be

A hand-me-down F150 might not be the tank you empty Burnin' gasoline, the day you turn 16 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 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