"You're the only one I want now , I never heard your name. Let's hope we meet some day. If we don't it's all the same" Best lyric ever.

After 25+ years of listening to the Junkies, Margo's voice still gives me goosebumps. Such a beautiful cover.

Love Townes, love this version of his song. I have all of Townes Van Zandt's albums, I'll be buying Cowboy Junkies.

@mardon111 His name was John Townes Van Zandt, people that knew him called him John or John Townes (what his mom called him). I never addressed him as anything, I was too awestruck, but we did share a table at a bar in Austin once with about 6 other people including Guy and Susanna Clark

the haunting........

@mardon111 I totallay disagree....This version has alot of soul to it!! Good Job Cowboy Junkies!!!!

BEAUTIFULL VERSION

Brilliant video, amazing song and wonderful cover. Best thing I've seen on youtube for ages! Have a brilliant, amazing and wonderful week!|

one of my favorite covers by the junkies fanfuckingtastic

I agree, the junkies are talented, but townes cuts straight to the soul

This is magnificent Thank you... beautiful images

BEAUTIFUL VIDEO, BEAUTIFUL MUSIC, FINE WOMEN. And IT IS LOGICAL THAT MARGO COULD NOT OMIT, BEYOND THE FINE PAISSAGENS AND SWEET LONELINESS JUNKIANA.

BELO VÍDEO, BELAS MULHERES, É LÓGICO QUE mARGO NÃO PODIA FALTAR, NEM AS BELAS PAISSAGENS E A DOCE SOLIDÃO JUNKIANA.

This is Townes Van Zandt's song, right? The Junkies do it nicely.

fantastic

Thank you very much. :)

Margo singing Townes.

super

Muy buena

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Nice version but why the hell did they have to change the second verse? Why changing the meaning of the whole sentence? This is joking with Townes' poetry. Shame that is not enough, definitely!

This song was written by Townes VanZandt. Listen to the original, and you'll understand that the Junkies murdered it! However, you likely won't understand WHY they murdered it! Townes deserves better!

townes van zandt's version feel more real to me . this is just another exaggerated tribute ,,