"Hey, Matt will sing this: "I'm leaving art school to find my soul mate\ I'm leaving art school to find my girl\ I'm leaving art school to find my soul mate\ because I'm pretty sure that she'll mean the world."
- Clara Doucette
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lyrics
Well I'm dropping outta art school I'm dropping out art school
I'm dropping outta art school to find my girl
Well she may be real pretty and hail from Charlotte City
So I'm dropping outta art school to find my girl]
Well I can talk a pretty slick drunken rambling blues,
(carved my way across this country, strumming on my uke)
And there aren't many things that I regret leaving behind
But lately one thing has been on my mind:
I'm a talkin' art school dropout soulmate searchin' blues
Think' it's time I left here, dusted Dawson off my shoes boots
In many ways it's been great living in the wild,
But travelling on well that's more like my style
CHORUS
She may have good taste in hair and she may have dark eyes
and she may have sharp glasses in black frames
my own are made of soapstone, I carved them with my own hands
and it would be an honour to be her man
She may like to read good books and sing good music too,
Maybe someday I'll sing to her this tune
When I've roamed across the country in a van or a pickup truck
I'd steal one if she'd wish me good luck
CHORUS
Canada is really big
But I will find her no matter where she's hid
Canada is really wide
But I would stride across it to stand by her side
and this is just a cheesy song for someone I'll never meet,
so i hope at least it gets her tappin' her feet
So I'm dropping out of art school to find my girl
I'm dropping out of art school to find my girl
I'm leavin art school to find my soulmate
I'm leavin art school art school to find my girl
and when i do i'm pretty sure that she'll mean the world…
so I'm dropping outta art school to find my girl.