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In the past I took time thinking on how things used to seem I used to spend nights blissful, in an alcoholic's dream I wandered near and far just to find some way back out Didn't get no answers till I cam down south I found this little town it's just as charming as can be They handed me a bottle and that set me free So raise up a glass to your watering hole It's the old Switchwater from Broodhollow My roaming days were over and I'd found some room to stand There's nothin' gets me fired up the way intoxication can So if your county's dried up and you're feeling a thirst Set your sights south on a town that's west of Ichor Falls first The brew these folks created, I can never get enough They try to get me sated but I'm drinkin' till they're shut So raise up a glass to your watering hole It's the old Switchwater from Broodhollow A branch, a twig, a stick, a sprig, from elder copses plucked “It's brewed in glass and aged in brass”: a masterpiece that's drunk This delightful distillation will grow hair upon your chest so quaff your reservations and give in to the best Switchwater, Switchwater, I've come to worship you 'Cause you're nine-tenth's irresistible, and that last tenth is too So raise up a glass to your watering hole It's the old Switchwater from Broodhollow