Luke Combs – Greystone Chapel (Guitar)

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Inside the walls of prison, my body may be

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But the Lord has set my soul free

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There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom

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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 Folsom

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But he saved the souls of many lost men

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Now, there's a greystone chapel here at Folsom

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Stands a hundred years tall, made of granite rock

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It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom

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But the door to the house of God is never locked

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Inside the walls of prison, my body may be

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But the Lord has set my soul free

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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 greystone chapel

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And I thanked the Lord for helping me each day

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Now, there's a greystone chapel here at Folsom

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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

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And it's given me the strength to carry on

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Inside the walls of prison, my body may be

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But the Lord has set my soul free

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But my Lord has set my soul free