Here's my transcription from this video, which looks like it could be either a "Soundie" or an excerpt from a film.

PETTICOAT FEVER
Cliffie Stone/Merle Travis
As recorded by Merle Travis

Well, my appetite, it ain't a-working right,
And my heart keeps skippin' time.
Oh, misery! It's 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 me.

I get it—ever' time I leave 'er,
And the petticoat fever—boy, it's killin' me.

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:

Said, boy, you've got it—you got the petticoat fever,
And it's makin' a believer—out o' me.

[Instrumental break]

Well, I've got it—I got the petticoat fever,
An' ever' time I leave 'er—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 o' me,

[Instrumental break]

Well, I've got it—I got the petticoat fever,
And it's makin' a believer—out o' me.
Man, that petticoat fever—it's killin' me!