In the night you hear the low rumbling,
It echoes past the shore line, at the base
Of this glass city called Toledo.
A metro lullaby, bustling street traffic,
Muffled by the rattling of train cars,
And the low off distant ship horns.
All these sounds melt together to form
The rhythmic tones of the east side blues.
The bay does she sway, with each
Gentle wave, that caresses the lake,
By twilight’s amber's glow.
The shine from the office windows above
Sets a softness undertow, in beauty
Across the waters below.
Oh mothers rock their babies, in this
Stillness of a summer's afternoon.
As the lake breeze brushes sorrows
Troubles away, listen to the tune,
Of the east side blues, and be
Comforted in it's harmony.
It's old school charm, diversity's
Melting pot set on a slow simmer,
Blending this cultural rhythm,
As one community's heart felt song.
We have the pride of the east
Side, don't bring us down,
We belong, the common
Labor is the back bone,
That makes our city strong.
Toils sweat wiped away from
The working mans brow, built
The town, it's towers, reaching
Upwards touching the skyline.
But without devotions simply
People, it would be nothing except
A dream never realized.
It beats the heart within, a thumping,
Deep inside, moving the landscape,
Transforming the horizon.
It's lyrics written within our souls,
The east side blues a song of great
Heritage and pride.