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Inside the walls of prison
My body may be, but my Lord
Has set my soul free
There's a greystone chapel, here at Folsom
A house of worship in this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God had a place, here at Folsom
But he saved the soul of many lost men
Now this greystone chapel, here at Folsom
Stands a hundred years old, made of granite rock
It takes a ring of keys to move, here at Folsom
But the door to the House of God is never locked
Inside the walls of prison
My body may be, but the Lord
Has set my soul free
There are men here that don't ever worship
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray
But I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day
Now this greystone chapel, here at Folsom
It has a touch of God's hand on ever stone
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness
And it's given me the strength to carry on
Inside the walls of prison
My body may be, but my Lord
Has set my soul free
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