Heard this on the radio yesterday and loved it. It's got a catchy lively tune.

THE WHISKEY'S GONE
Larry Penn

My friends'll tell you that it's true: I used to tip a glass or two,
And ev'ry night the flowing cup would rise to court the muse.
Each libation to the gods would mean a whiskey on the rocks,
Until the doctor said, "That's what you get for self-abuse."

Oh, the whiskey's gone, the whiskey's gone, left me here to sing this song.
Once I had a cellar full but now the whiskey's gone.

I always thought there'd be enough, back in the times when I was flush,
To pay the dues and pay the tax and tip the waitress too.
But that's all coming to an end. Now there's not enough to spend
On foolish things the way I did when this guitar was new.

Oh, the money's gone, the money's gone, left me here to sing this song.
Once I had my pockets full but now the money's gone.

And the whiskey's gone, the whiskey's gone, left me here to sing this song.
Once I had a cellar full but now the whiskey's gone.

The wheel of life goes round and round. You ride it up and you ride it down.
There's friends to have and love to hold and lots of things to see.
I don't care how late it gets. I'd only have but one regret,
And that would be if I found out that you'd forgotten me.

Oh, youth is gone, youth is gone, left me here to sing this song.
Once I had my whole life full but now the youth is gone.

And the whiskey's gone, the whiskey's gone, left me here to sing this song.
Once I had a cellar full but now the whiskey's gone.

My boss-man said he'd treat me fine if I would help him rise and shine,
Make him big, and make him rich, and watch the profits grow.
Now he says I get too much. He won't ever make enough.
He took his tools and his machines and he moved to Mexico.

Oh, the jobs are gone, the jobs are gone, left me here to sing this song.
Once the dinner pail was full but now the jobs are gone.

And the whiskey's gone, the whiskey's gone, left me here to sing this song.
Once I had a cellar full but now the whiskey's gone.

I didn't come to make you cry, and I don't want to watch you sigh.
I only thought you might agree that nothing stays the same.
When the party's rolling on and you see morning coming on,
It's time to leave them with a kiss and make them glad you came.

When I'm gone, when I'm gone, you'll still be here with this song.
I hope your calendar is full after I am gone.

And the whiskey's gone, the whiskey's gone, left me here to sing this song.
Once I had a cellar full but now the whiskey's gone.

[From Larry Penn's album, "The Whiskey's Gone," Cookie Man Music Co. CM-92, available from Larry Penn's web site.

[You can hear an archived radio program that contains this song. Click to play. The song begins 34 minutes from the beginning of the program. (RealPlayer lets you skip to the part you want.)]