[Intro] [Em] [Verse 1] T[Em]he morning came today, With rain and sheet[Am]s of grey, The subway rocke[Em]d me out of bed, To take me on my[C] way.[Em] [G]Where'er I go I g[Bm]o in style, Each and every mile,[Em] You know, I'm not a[C]lone,[D] New York is my home.[G][C][G] [Verse 2] I got a gir[Em]l up in the Proms, She treats me like...