Johnny Cash - Greystone Chapel lyrics
[Johnny Cash - Greystone Chapel lyrics]
"Thank you very much this next
Song was written by a
Man right here in Folsom
Prison and last night
Was the first time I ever
Sung this song anyway
This song was written by
Our friend Glenn Shirley, and
(applause) I hope I do your song justice
Glenn we'll do our best"
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 my 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 strength to carry on
Inside the walls of prison my body may be
But my Lord has set my soul free
Song was written by a
Man right here in Folsom
Prison and last night
Was the first time I ever
Sung this song anyway
This song was written by
Our friend Glenn Shirley, and
(applause) I hope I do your song justice
Glenn we'll do our best"
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 my 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 strength to carry on
Inside the walls of prison my body may be
But my Lord has set my soul free