Greystone Chapel

Inside the walls of prison, my body may be But the 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 souls of many lost men Now, there's a greystone chapel here at Folsom Stands a hundred years tall, 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 But my 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 thanked the Lord for helping me each day Now, there's a greystone chapel here at Folsom It has a touch of God's hand on every 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 the Lord has set my soul free But my Lord has set my soul free