| D | A | |
| First time he l | aid eyes on her, |
| Bm | D | |
| he | kissed his heart go | odbye, |
| D | A | |
| He nearly drove right o | ff the road, |
| Bm | A | |
| and all she did was s | mile, |
| Bm | A | |
| But when she bu | rned up their first di | nner, |
| Em | Bm | |
| and laid | cryin' on the | couch, |
| D | |
| That's the mo | ment, |
| A | G | A | D | |
| That he f | ell in love f | rom the in | side o | ut, |
| (verse 2) |
| D | A | Bm | D | |
| She loved the way he al | ways brought fl | owers to the d | oor, |
| D | A | Bm | A | |
| He took her to new pl | aces that s | he'd never been bef | ore, |
| Bm | A | |
| When he l | ost his job and | he lost his pride, |
| Em | Bm | |
| and his h | eart was filled with d | oubt, |
| D | |
| That's when she k | new, |
| A | G | A | D | |
| How much she lo | ved that man f | rom the ins | ide o | ut, |
| (chorus) |
| D | Em | G | Bm | |
| From the | ins | ide lo | ve is str | onger, |
| D | Em | G | D | |
| than the | outs | ide lo | oking i | n, |
| G | A | Bm | |
| When the te | ars f | all you l | earn, |
| G | A | D | |
| What love's ab | out from the in | side o | ut, |
| (verse 3) |
| She has watched her ravine hair slowly turn to gray, |
| Since the day that she retired he just gets in the way, |
| Well, they ain't much to look at Two old faces in the crows, |
| But they could write the book of love from the inside out, |
| (chorus) |
| D | Em | G | Bm | |
| From the | ins | ide lo | ve is str | onger, |
| D | Em | G | D | |
| than the | outs | ide lo | oking i | n, |
| G | A | Bm | |
| When the te | ars f | all you l | earn, |
| G | A | D | |
| What love's ab | out from the in | side o | ut, |
| (ending) |
| G | A | D | G | A | |
| From the in | side o | ut, fr | om the in | side, |
| D | A | Bm | D | |
| First time he l | aid eyes on her he k | issed his heart goo | dbye, |