Ten stacks n a tailgate trophy 2

RDH dropped ten stacks, thought they’d run the whole scene,
Shine in the Pines, chrome polished clean.
But the crowd said hold up, y’all know what we seen—
That Gator Blue Kenworth lookin’ mean, so mean.
Ten thousand dollars on the banner and the lights,
But CDT rolled in and stole that night.
Yeah the trophy went home in a Florida dream,
Ridin’ high in that Gator Blue machine.

Verse 1:
Dublin, Georgia, pines in the air,
Kids lined up everywhere.
Shine in the Pines, all for the youth,
Big rigs shined up tellin’ the truth.
RDH with the sponsor check,
Logo on the gate, big-time flex.
Ten G’s deep, thought they bought the crown,
Thought that money was gon’ lock it down.

But here come Chris in that Florida hue,
Blue like the swamp, that orange cut through.
CDT on the door, stance so clean,
Chrome so bright make the sun lean.
Crowd said “whoa,” phones came out,
Gator stripes runnin’ up the snout.
Air ride low with that polished grin,
Soon as he parked, you knew who’d win.

Hook:
RDH dropped ten stacks, thought they’d run the whole scene,
Shine in the Pines, chrome polished clean.
But the crowd said hold up, y’all know what we seen—
That Gator Blue Kenworth lookin’ mean, so mean.
Ten thousand dollars on the banner and the lights,
But CDT rolled in and stole that night.
Yeah the trophy went home in a Florida dream,
Ridin’ high in that Gator Blue machine.

Verse 2:
Sponsor tent big, flags in the breeze,
But style ain’t somethin’ money can seize.
It’s in the detail, stitch and the paint,
That swamp-born pride that you just can’t fake.
Ben Hill vibes in a diesel frame,
Every panel scream Gator name.
From the stacks to the steps, polished tight,
Truck show king by the end of the night.

Judges walk slow, noddin’ their heads,
“Who built this beast?” is what they said.
Kids high-fivin’, cameras flash,
CDT steady on the gas.
Then Chris stepped up, calm and proud,
Looked at the sponsor, looked at the crowd.
Said, “Let me make one thing real clear—
We built this truck with sweat and gears.
Trophies are earned, they ain’t for sale,
You can’t buy heart with a bank trail.
Ten grand might get your name on a sign,
But you can’t outwork this Florida grind.”

Bridge:
It ain’t about money, it’s heart and pride,
Long nights wrenchin’ by your side.
All for the kids, yeah that’s the goal,
But that Kenworth took the whole dang show.

Final Hook:
RDH dropped ten stacks, thought they’d run the whole scene,
Shine in the Pines, chrome polished clean.
But the crowd stood tall for the orange and blue,
When that CDT Kenworth rolled on through.
Ten thousand dollars couldn’t buy that crown,
When Gator pride shut the whole place down.
From Lake City roads to the Georgia pines,
CDT earned it—every single time

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