Luke Combs - Greystone chapel

In^Eside the walls of prison, my ^Abody may be But the ^DLord has ^Eset my soul ^Afree

^AThere's a greystone chapel here at Folsom A house of worship in this den of ^Esin You wouldn’t ^Athink that God had a place here at Folsom But he ^Dsaved the souls of ^Emany lost ^Amen ^{D E A A}Now, there's a greystone chapel here at Folsom Stands a hundred years tall, made of granite ^Erock It takes a ^Aring of keys to move here at Folsom But the ^Ddoor to the house of ^EGod is never ^Alocked

In^Eside the walls of prison, my ^Abody may be But the ^DLord has ^Eset my soul ^Afree But my ^DLord has ^Eset my soul ^Afree

^AThere are men here that don't ever worship There are men here who scoff at the ones who ^Epray But I’ve ^Agot down on my knees in that greystone chapel And I ^Dthanked the Lord for ^Ehelping me each ^Aday ^{D E A A}Now, there's a greystone chapel here at Folsom It has a touch of God's hand on every ^Estone It's a ^Aflower of light in a field of darkness And it's ^Dgiven me the ^Estrength to carry ^Aon

In^Eside the walls of prison, my ^Abody may be But the ^DLord has ^Eset my soul ^Afree But my ^DLord has ^Eset my soul ^Afree