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[Verse 1]
          A                                 G
There's a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from within
   A                             G               A
It sets my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spin
       D                          C
In the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cry
    A                               G             Em
And I will always love that sound until the day I die


[Verse 2]
          A                            G
There's a plain and a simple answer to each and every quest
     A                            G            A
From every quiet dancer who might be a special guest
     D                      C
In a movie made for TV or a late night interview
A                               G                      Em
You might even find them on the Young and the Restless too


[Chorus]
      A                                  D
Do ya get that restless feelin' when you hear a whistle blast
        C
Like an echo from the past
      A          G             D                A
Of an old engine flyin' down a road that's iron cast


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[Verse 3]
    A                                  G
The lake is blue, the sky is gray, the leaves have turned to gold
    A                                  G                  A
The wild goose will be on her way, the weather's much too cold
         D                                 C
When the muskie and the old trout too have all gone down to rest
A                           G                   A
We will be returning to the things that we love best


[Chorus]
      A                                   D
Do ya get that restless yearning when you think about your dad
        Am
And the scrimshaw that he had
      A                            D              A
Of an old schooner rovin' 'neath a sky that's ironclad


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[Verse 4]
          A                                 G
There's a kind of a restless feeling and it catches you off guard
      A                                    G                A
As we gaze off at the distance through the trees in my back yard
      D                                    C
I can feel that restless yearning of those geese as off they roam
     A                               G                A
Then trade that for a warm bed and a place I can call home


[Chorus]
        A                                   D
Will ya get that restless yearning when you hear the wicked blast
     Am
Of a specter from the past
      A          G              D                    A
Of a cold diesel rollin' down a road that's built to last
        A                                D
Still I get that restless feelin' when I hear a whistle blast
       Am
See an image from the past
      A            G             D              A
Of an old schooner flyin' down a sky that's overcast