Inside the walls of prison my body may be
But my Lord has set my soul free
There's a 
Greystone chapel here at 
FolsomA house of worship in this den of sin
You wouldn't think that 
God had a place here at 
FolsomBut he saved the souls of many lost men
Now there's 
Greystone chapel here at 
FolsomStands a hundred years, all made of granite rock
It takes a ring of keys to move here at 
FolsomBut the door to the 
House of God is never locked
Inside the walls of 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 
Greystone chapel here at 
FolsomIt 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 may be
But my Lord has set my soul free