Cotton Fields

"Cotton Fields" is a song written by blues musician Huddie Ledbetter, better known as Lead Belly who made the first recording of the song in 1940.

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Cotton Fields - Lyrics
... The song mentions that the fields are "down in Louisiana, just about a mile from Texarkana" ... This is geographically impossible, as Texarkana is about 30 miles north of the Louisiana border ...
Organic Cotton - Pesticides
... Since organic cotton is grown without the use of synthetic pesticides, it should contain fewer pesticides than conventional cotton ... Pesticides used in the production of conventional cotton include orthophosphates such as phorate and methamidophos, endosulfan (highly toxic to farmers, but not ... Other pesticides persisting in cotton fields in the United States include Trifluralin, Toxaphene and DDT ...
Cover Crop - Diversity and Wildlife
... In one study, researchers compared arthropod and songbird species composition and field use between conventionally and cover cropped cotton fields in the Southern United ... The cover cropped cotton fields were planted to clover, which was left to grow in between cotton rows throughout the early cotton growing season (stripcover cropping) ... and breeding season, they found that songbird densities were 7–20 times higher in the cotton fields with integrated clover cover crop than in the conventional cotton fields ...

Famous quotes containing the words fields and/or cotton:

    I have passed down the river before sunrise on a summer morning, between fields of lilies still shut in sleep; and when, at length, the flakes of sunlight from over the bank fell on the surface of the water, whole fields of white blossoms seemed to flash open before me, as I floated along, like the unfolding of a banner, so sensible is this flower to the influence of the sun’s rays.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    We are constituted a good deal like chickens, which, taken from the hen, and put in a basket of cotton in the chimney-corner, will often peep till they die, nevertheless; but if you put in a book, or anything heavy, which will press down the cotton, and feel like the hen, they go to sleep directly.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)