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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse 1] Am F    C Golden tone from a white oak barrel Am Em    F Twelve years old, way up on the self
AmNinety proof stamped oFn thatC label AmTear it off, and weaEmring nothing elseF
[Chorus]
Wish it was Cme you were coming home to MEme helping what you're going through That Dmburning thing you Amlove anticipaGting Wish I took the Cedge off the pain Wish I put a sEmmile on your face In the miAmddle of the daGy, it's me you'reF missing Am F G  I wish I was your whiskey
Am  Em  C [Verse 2]
I'm lyAming wide awaFke and Csober And you're Amdying from that Emaching in your heFad 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
EmMe helping what you're going through That burnDming thing you Amlove anticGipating Wish I took the edgCe off the pain Wish I put a smEmile on your face In the midAmdle of the dGay, it's me you're mFissing
[Bridge]    G   C I'd be the glass pressed against your lips
What your haEmnd touch every night Dm  Hell, I'd even be that cube of Amice
[Chorus]
Wish it was mCe you were coming home to EmMe helping what you're going through That burDmning thing you lAmove anticipaGting Wish I took the eCdge off the pain Wish I put a smiEmle on your face In the middAmle of the daGy, it's me you're misFsing Am F C  I wish I was your whiskey Am Em  F  Yeah, your whiskey