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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Out by lake conda
Past the cypress bend
Auntie Amira sittin' there
With a reed in hand
She weaves them baskets
Like nobody can
Then she sets her line
Where the black water ends
[Verse 2]
All day long she pulls
Eels by the eight or nine
Coils in a bucket
Wrigglin' like twine
She lays 'em on the coals
Till the skin turns fine
Then she smiles real slow
Says, "These are mine"
[Pre-Chorus]
She don't share a single bite
Not a fork, not a plate
If you ask for a taste
She'll just laugh and say
[Chorus]
Auntie Amira, hey
Eel on her mind
Auntie Amira, hey
Leaves none behind
She smokes 'em down
Then she eats 'em slow
At lake conda
That's all she knows
(That's all she knows)
[Verse 3]
Screen door slappin'
On a hot wind day
Kids come a-runni'n
But she waves 'em away
Says, "Go on now, babies
There's nothin' left to trade"
Just a basket full of reeds
And a clean fish tray
[Pre-Chorus]
Moon on the water
Fire low and red
She hums to herself
While the rest get fed
[Chorus]
Auntie Amira, hey
Eel on her mind
Auntie Amira, hey
Leaves none behind
She smokes 'em down
Then she eats 'em slow
At lake conda
That's all she knows
(That's all she knows)
[Bridge]
Some folks want money
Some folks want gold
Amira wants supper
And a story told
A basket on her arm
And a full belly glow
Down by lake conda
Where the cool reeds grow
[Chorus]
Auntie Amira, hey
Eel on her mind
Auntie Amira, hey
Leaves none behind
She smokes 'em down
Then she eats 'em slow
At lake conda
That's all she knows
(That's all she knows)
Details
GeneratedJun 8, 2026
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country shuffle with brushed drums, thumbpicked acoustic guitar, steel guitar sighs, and a walking bass line; verse tells the story in dry, vivid detail, pre-chorus lifts with a little grin, chorus lands on a chantable name-call hook. Lead vocal is warm and close-mic’d with harmony doubles on the hook, a few cheeky ad-libs in parentheses, and a fiddle tag between lines. Mix is bright, rustic, and radio-ready with a dusty front-porch feel., country
Credits
Prompt byMellowSpider915
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Write a country song about auntie Amira living out at lake conda weaving baskets and catching all the eels smoking them and eating them all to herself filling herself with eel
