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Inside the walls of a prison my body may be but the Lord has set my soul
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free.
There's a grestone chapel here at Folsum
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a house of worship in this den of sin.
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You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsum.
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But heÊÊsaved the souls of many lost men.
Now there's a greystone chapel here at Folsum.
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Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock.
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It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsum
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But the door to the house of God is never locked.
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Inside the walls of a prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul
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free.
There are men here that don't ever worship
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There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray
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But I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
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And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day
Now there's a greystone chapel here at Folsum
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It has a touch of God's hand on every stone
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It's a flower of light in a field of darkness, and it's givin' me the strenght
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to carry on
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Inside the walls of a prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul
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free.