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.