It's All Downhill from Here

I was born in a crowded taxi Daddy scooped me right up off the floor And he carried me up the path through the big swinging doors I was taught not to speak to strangers But strangers always seemed to know my name And they bought and sold my pleasure, my disgust and my shame Now I've got debts to pay I've got scores to settle Dreams at break of day Long nights in the saddle It's all downhill from here Everyday brings changes in the mirror Every hand that touches me is kind When I think of home it sparkles and so brightly shines But I've got debts to pay I've got scores to settle Dreams at break of day Long nights in the saddle It's all downhill from here --- It's All Downhill From Here - Paul Kelly and Paul Kelly & the Messengers