Ever since Foster stepped onto the American Idol stage, tilting his cowboy hat just so and radiating George Strait-level confidence, fans have had one burning question: is he related to Dwight? Is he his son? Nephew? Some long-lost cousin?
The answer, straight from Foster himself, is a polite but definitive no.
In a recent Facebook post, the 18-year-old Louisiana native shut down the rumors with a grin, joking that if he had a dollar for every time someone asked, he could fund his own tour. And honestly? The confusion makes sense.

Foster brings the full vintage package — felt hat, Western swagger, and that unmistakable ‘90s country drawl. When he sings songs like “Amarillo by Morning” or “Neon Moon,” it doesn’t feel like a performance — it feels like time travel. The resemblance in style is uncanny. But the genetics? Not even close.
John Foster Benoit — yep, that’s his real name — isn’t an industry insider with a famous last name. He’s a small-town Louisiana boy who still helps out at Benoit’s Country Meat Block during school breaks, where they sling hot tamales and jerky like gospel. He’s also a biology student who once dreamed of becoming a doctor — and still might, if music doesn’t claim him first.
And while there is music in the family, it’s not through Dwight Yoakam. So much for that theory.
But the truth is, it doesn’t matter. Foster’s appeal doesn’t come from legacy — it comes from authenticity. In an era where country music often leans on auto-tune, big beats, and viral-ready gimmicks, John shows up with nothing but a guitar, a drawl, and a whole lot of soul. It’s the kind of sound that makes you lean in, not scroll past.
He’s not chasing trends. He’s chasing truth. That alone sets him apart.
So no, he’s not Dwight Yoakam’s kid. But he’s got the spirit, the style, and the staying power of someone who could carry that torch — and then some. In fact, not being related might make his rise even more impressive.
Because country music doesn’t need another legacy name.
It needs more voices that feel like home.
And John Foster? He’s already there.