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Inside the walls of a prCison my body maFy be but the Lord has set myG soul
fCree.
There's a grestone chapel here at Folsum
a house of worship in this den of sin. G
You wouldn't think thatC God had a place here at Folsum.
But heÊÊsaved tFhe souls of many lost menG. C
Now there's a greystone chapel here at Folsum.
Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock. G
It takes a ringC of keys to move here at Folsum
But the door tFo the house of God is never locGked. C
Inside the walls of a prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul
fCree.
There are men here that don't ever worship
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray G
But I've got doCwn on my knees in that greystone chapel
And I thank Fthe Lord for helpin' me each Gday C
Now there's a greystone chapel here at Folsum
It has a touch of God's hand on every stone G
It's a flowCer of light in a field of darkness, and it's givin' me the strFenght G
to carry on C
Inside the walls Fof a prison my body may be but Cmy Lord has Fset my soul G
Cfree.
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