Tom: Am
Am F C
Golden tone from a white oak barrel
Am Em F
Twelve years old, way up on the self
Am F C
Ninety proof stamped on that label
Am Em F
Tear it off, and wearing nothing else
[Chorus]
C
Wish it was me you were coming home to
Em
Me helping what you're going through
Dm Am G
That burning thing you love anticipating
C
Wish I took the edge off the pain
Em
Wish I put a smile on your face
Am G F
In the middle of the day, it's me you're missing
Am F G
I wish I was your whiskey
Am Em C
[Verse 2]
Am F C
I'm lying wide awake and sober
Am Em F
And you're dying from that aching in your head
Am F C
No, I'd never leave your heart hungover
Am Em F
But you're filling up on something else instead
[Chorus]
C
Wish it was me you were coming home to
Em
Me helping what you're going through
Dm Am G
That burning thing you love anticipating
C
Wish I took the edge off the pain
Em
Wish I put a smile on your face
Am G F
In the middle of the day, it's me you're missing
[Bridge]
G C
I'd be the glass pressed against your lips
Em
What your hand touch every night
Dm Am
Hell, I'd even be that cube of ice
[Chorus]
C
Wish it was me you were coming home to
Em
Me helping what you're going through
Dm Am G
That burning thing you love anticipating
C
Wish I took the edge off the pain
Em
Wish I put a smile on your face
Am G F
In the middle of the day, it's me you're missing
Am F C
I wish I was your whiskey
Am Em F
Yeah, your whiskey
