Clara, clear and bright

Never thought a name could prove so unkind

Kathy Anne, your old man

Used to say you was his shinin' light

The fire, he grew jealous and he took you for his own

Now these names no longer needed in the place that you now roam

Will you hear me a call, Stackabones?

You found yourselves a place in the sun

When the sun was sinkin' down on Okemah moon

Thick as thieves, you and the stars

You shine like a million summers long gone

Could he not have spared a flame to guide me on to you?

Instead of what he left me, smokin' cinders I can't use

To light my way home, Stackabones

Oh, if heaven crumbled down,

Falling deadweight from the volley of my voice

With rum and hair anointed

Oh, then I'd hear the sound

The laughter of your wings, and we could fly on home

You, me and little Stackabones