C F G
Inside the walls of a prison my body may be but the Lord has set my soul
C
free.
There's a grestone chapel here at Folsum
G
a house of worship in this den of sin.
C
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsum.
F G C
But heÊÊsaved the souls of many lost men.
Now there's a greystone chapel here at Folsum.
G
Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock.
C
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsum
F G C
But the door to the house of God is never locked.
Inside the walls of a prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul
C
free.
There are men here that don't ever worship
G
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray
C
But I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
F G C
And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day
Now there's a greystone chapel here at Folsum
G
It has a touch of God's hand on every stone
C F G
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness, and it's givin' me the strenght
C
to carry on
F C F G
Inside the walls of a prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul
C
free.
