Letras
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
I got the petticoat fever
And it's makin' a believer
Out of poor old me
I get it
Every time I leave her
And the petticoat fever
It's a-killin' me
Well, I sent for the doctor to come
And he took one look at my tongue
But when I told him what I had done
He said to me
"Travis, you have got it
You got the petticoat fever
And it's makin' a believer
Out of me"
Well, I've got it
I got the petticoat fever
Now, every time I leave her
I get a brand new case
When I'm with her
I walk the streets of glory
But this petticoat story
That's like that 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
Man, that petticoat fever
It's killin' me