Inside the walls of a prison my body may be but the Lord has set my soul free. There’s a grestone chapel here at Folsum  a house of worship in this den of sin.               You wouldn’t think that God had a place here at Folsum.   But heÊÊsaved the souls of many lost men.            Now there’s a greystone chapel here at Folsum.   Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock.                     It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsum    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 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 there’s a greystone chapel here at Folsum 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 givin’ me the strenght                  to carry on   Inside the walls of a prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul                   free.