Homes Of The Past

G Em D C
im pretty sure the strumming is ddudu but i could be wrong, refer to video. starting at the 
second
"how would they break through the stones" through the rest of the song, each chord is one strum 
(d)

I think the link opens the wrong video for some reason but the video is called "peter mcpolands 
bop" on
youtube and this song starts at 5:35


[Verse]

G
We're children in the eyes of the mothers,
Em
and the mothers are all blind deaf and dumb
D
and the mute have called out one another
C
and the blind will not look at anyone

G

G
and the schoolgirls have all gotten killed yet
Em
in the crossfire of beauty and age
D
and the men are now selling free will oh
C
and i’m buying some once i get paid oho

G

G                          Em
so when will the lines all break
D                             C
and when will the bells sound home
G
and when will the bikes on the
Em              D                    C
front yard lawn weather down and all erode

G                      Em
and why did the ladies laugh
D                          C
when they had packed their spokes
G                             Em
with magnolia leaves from the dying trees
        D                       C
as they wrote from a one story joke

              Em
green was the grass
               C            G
blue we’re the eyes staring back
       D            Em
at the homes of the past

Em

G                                Em
how would they break through the stones
    D                               C
and how would they swim through the blood
    G                   Em                         D                C
and how long until that dam on the hill broke it’s back cried for a flood

    G                        Em
and when it was all said and done
D                          C
who would be there left to blame
        G                         Em
for the ladies all laughed at the clearing of the path
        D                              C
and the flood washed the street signs away


[Chorus]

              Em
green was the grass
               C            G
blue we’re the eyes staring back
       D            Em
at the homes of the past

Em

G                                Em
how would they break through the stones
    D                               C
and how would they swim through the blood
    G                   Em                         D                C
and how long until that dam on the hill broke it’s back cried for a flood

    G                        Em
and when it was all said and done
D                          C
who would be there left to blame
        G                         Em
for the ladies all laughed at the clearing of the path
        D                              C
and the flood washed the street signs away