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Inside the walls of prison my body may be |
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But my Lord has set my soul free |
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There's a |
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Greystone chapel here at |
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FolsomA house of worship in this den of sin |
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You wouldn't think that |
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God had a place here at |
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FolsomBut he saved the souls of many lost men |
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Now there's |
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Greystone chapel here at |
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FolsomStands a hundred years, all made of granite rock |
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It takes a ring of keys to move here at |
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FolsomBut the door to the |
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House of God is never locked |
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Inside the walls of prison my body may be |
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But my Lord has set my soul free |
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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 |
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Greystone chapel |
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And I thank the |
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Lord for helpin' me each day |
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Now there's |
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Greystone chapel here at |
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FolsomIt has a touch of |
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God's hand on every stone |
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It's a flower of light in a field of darkness |
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And it's givin' me the strength to carry on |
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Inside the walls of prison my body may be |
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But my Lord has set my soul free |