Petticoat Fever (Live)

Lyrics
Well, my appetite, it ain't a-workin' right And my heart keeps a-skippin' time Oh, misery is killin' me in this old soul of mine One thing I'm sure, penicillin won't cure And I've got it (Got what?) I got the petticoat fever And it's makin' a believer Out of poor old me And I get it Every time I leave her And the petticoat fever Lord, it's killin' me I sent for the doctor to come And he took one look at my tongue And when I told him what I had done He said to me Boy, you'vе got it (Whatcha got, Merle?) You've got thе petticoat fever And it's makin' a believer Out of me Well, I've got it (Whatcha got, Merle?) I got the petticoat fever Every time I grieve her I catch a brand-new case When I'm with her I'm on the streets of Glory But this petticoat story That's like the other place I spent my very last cent That I'd saved for payin' my rent Just to buy me an oxygen tent Here's what I learned You can't cure it Not the petticoat fever And it's makin' a believer Out of me Lord, that petticoat fever It's a-killin' me (Ha-ha, ahh, thank you Merle fer the good ol' Petticoat Fever) (He says you can't cure it, well, who wants to?)
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Credits
- Writers
- Merle Travis
- Cliffie Stone