Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=83453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunday Mornin Comin Down</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well I woke up sunday morning<br>With no way to hold my head, that didnt hurt<br>And the beer I had for breakfast<br>Wasnt bad so I had one more for dessert<br>Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes<br>And found my cleanest dirty shirt<br>Its the one Im wearin<br>And I shaved my face and combed my hair<br>And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day<br>Id smoked my brain the night before<br>Or I smoked so much the night before<br>With cigarettes and songs that Ive been pickin<br>My mouth was like an ashtray Id been lickin<br>But I lit my first and watched a small kid<br>Cussin at a can that he was kicking<br>Then I crossed the empty street<br>And caught the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken<br>And it took me back to somethin<br>That Id lost somehow somewhere along the way<br>Chorus:<br>On the sunday morning sidewalks<br>Wishing lord that I was stoned<br>cause there is something in a sunday<br>That makes a body feel alone<br>And theres nothin short of dyin<br>Half as lonesome as the sound<br>On the sleepin city side walks<br>Sunday mornin comin down<br>In the park I saw a daddy<br>With a laughing little girl who he was swingin<br>And I stopped beside a sunday school<br>And listened to the song that they were singin<br>Then I headed back for home and<br>Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin<br>And it echoed thru the canyon like<br>The disappearing dreams of yesterday.<br>Chorus:<br>On the sunday morning sidewalks<br>Wishing lord that I was stoned<br>cause there is something in a sunday<br>That makes a body feel alone<br>And theres nothin short of dyin<br>Half as lonesome as the sound<br>On the sleepin city side walks<br>Sunday mornin comin down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Kris Kristofferson - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=83453" data-title="Sunday Mornin Comin Down" data-description="Well I woke up sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didnt hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
Wasnt bad so I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Its the one Im we..."></div>
</div>
</div>