The traveling Man

There'��s a place I'��m looking for, somewhere I know I
belong. I have a "��needs must"� to find it, in good time
or before.

The past is not my future, so that'��s no place for me.
Every direction seeming a wrong one, but I know
there's no going back.

Each day dealt at random, slid out from the bottom
of the deck. I like to keep on moving, wending along
my way.

I always repay a kindness, and to me that'��s only right.
So if you see me sitting, in some little roadside bar,
raise your glass with me, and it'��s
"��cheers to Louis L'��Amour."��