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.