Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free

There's a grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
a house of worship in this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom,
but he saved the soul of many lost men

Now this grey stone chapel here at Folsom,
stands a hundred years old made of granite rock
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom,
but the door to the house of God is never locked

Inside the walls of prison my body may be
but the 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 grey stone chapel,
and I've thanked the Lord for helping me each day

Now this grey stone chapel here at 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 given me the stregth to carry on

Inside the walls of prison my body may be,
but my Lord has set my soul free

written by Glen Sherley (Folsom Inmate)