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Inside the walls of prison, my body made me,
buy my Lord has set my soul
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free. There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom,
a house of worship in this
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den of sin. You would think that God had a place
here in Folsom, but he saved
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the soul of many lost men. Now, this greystone chapel
here in Folsom stands
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a hundred years old made of granite rock.
It takes a ring of keys to move it
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here at Folsom, but the door to the house of God
is never locked. Inside the
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walls of prison, my body made me, but my Lord
has set my soul free.
There are men here that don't ever worship.
There are men here that scough at the ones who pray,
but I got down on my knees in that greystone
chapel and I thanked the Lord for helpin me today.
Now, this greystone chapel here in 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 givin me the strength to carry on.
Inside the walls of prison, my body made me,
but my Lord has set my soul free.