cottonfield

Answer: Well, this song come from the cottonfield and the boy went, put the record out,

Muddy Waters Lyrics 2009

"Many an immortal tune has been born in the stable or the cottonfield."

Sousa the Storyteller 2008

TWO SIGNIFICANT MILESTONES in the history of these cases occurred in February 2003 when the attorney for Sharif Sharif appealed his conviction in the Elizabeth Castro case and one of the accused bus drivers linked to the cottonfield eight, Gustavo González Meza, was found dead in his prison cell.

THE DAUGHTERS OF JUÁREZ TERESA RODRIGUEZ 2007

By various quirks of fate I've landed up as an Indian butler, a Crown Prince, a cottonfield slave-driver, a gambling-hell proprietor, and God knows what besides - all occupations from which I'd have run a mile if I'd been able.

Flashman's Lady Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1977

Garfield put his horse to the fence and leaped into a cottonfield.

The Story of Garfield Farm-boy, Soldier, and President William G. Rutherford

Slaves what lived in the family didn't talk like cottonfield hands.

Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Arkansas Narratives, Part 7 Work Projects Administration

The factory had been built on the edge of an old cottonfield which ran right up to the town's limit; and the field, unplowed for several years, had become sodded with the long stolens of rank Bermuda grass, holding in its perpetual billows of green the furrows which had been thrown up for cotton rows and tilled years before.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

Once again at his cabin in the cottonfield, his vitality reasserted itself, and he greeted his curious dusky neighbors with the proud statement.

Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Georgia Narratives, Part 4 Work Projects Administration

She walked across the road and took a path leading through a cottonfield, which, protected on all sides by the wood, and being on the elevated plateau on which the residence stood, had escaped the severer frosts.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore

It hung like the flower of the cream-white, pendulous abutilon, with pollen of yellow stars beaded in dew and throwing off a rich, delicate, aromatic odor, smelt nowhere on earth save in a cottonfield, damp with early dew and warmed by the rays of the rising sun.

The Bishop of Cottontown A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills John Trotwood Moore