[Verse 1] Way back when in the Georgia pines, Troop 412 had some troubled times. Packed our gear, hit the trail with pride, But we barely made it out alive. Took fifteen hours just to start a flame, Every match wet, every log the same. Lost seven boys just finding the creek, We were muddy, we were hungry, we were weak. [Chorus] But we rose up from the ashes, Learned to blaze and not to crash it. From lost in the woods to legends by name— Georgia 412, setting fire to the game. Now we light it in one clean spark, Pitch camp before the sky gets dark. Top troop in the land, make no mistake— We were built by every trail we had to take. [Verse 2] Our tents were crooked, our knots were wrong, We'd hike in circles all day long. Maps upside down, compass in reverse, Thought we hit the summit—it was just a church. But we stuck together, every fall and fail, Shared burnt beans and soggy trails. We learned from blisters, rain, and loss— That true grit’s worth more than gloss. [Chorus] Yeah, we rose up from the ashes, Made the wild our canvas. From fumbling scouts to fire-born fame— Georgia 412, they remember the name. Now the mountains echo with our song, We camp like kings where we once went wrong. Earned every stripe, every badge we wear— Built by the journey, proud to declare: [Bridge] Now we’re leading hikes, setting pace, Guiding the young, showing grace. We remember where we started from— Every ember, every dawn. No shortcuts, just miles and grit— We’re the story you don't forget. [Final Chorus] So we rose up from the ashes, Left behind those rookie clashes. From fireless nights to campfire fame— Georgia 412, carved in flame. We blaze the trail, we blaze it true, What once broke us now breaks through. Top troop in the land, you know the name— Georgia 412… from smoke to flame.
