Warren wanted a Beach Boys thing for this one, and Carl Wilson and Billy Hinsche came in, with Carl arranging the vocal parts. The other harmony vocalists (credited as the "Gentlemen Boys") were Jackson Browne, J.D. Souther, Zevon's longtime backers Waddy Wachtel and Jorge Calderon, and Linda Rondstadt/Stone Poneys guitarist Kenny Edwards.
Violins and tambourines
This is what we think they mean
It's hard to say, it's sad but true
I'm kinda dumb and so are you
When the mystique varies thus
You can send a man to bury us
It's hard to say, it's sad but true
I'm kinda dumb and so are you
The last of the unplucked gems
The last of the unplucked gems
The last of the unplucked gems
This is what we think they mean
It's hard to say, it's sad but true
I'm kinda dumb and so are you
When the mystique varies thus
You can send a man to bury us
It's hard to say, it's sad but true
I'm kinda dumb and so are you
The last of the unplucked gems
The last of the unplucked gems
The last of the unplucked gems
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The Last of the Unplucked Gems Lyrics as written by Gordon Sinclair Gordon Downie
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
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