This one goes way back for me. Mom dropping the needle on turntable and filling the house with the timeless grooves of CCR. The slow swing of the rhythm section, mixed with the emotion in Fogerty's voice rings the tuning fork in my soul. Tough to pick just one Creedence song, but this has always been a favorite of mine. Next time you're in a dark, semi-crappy bar, drinking and shooting pool, head over to the jukebox. If you see Long as I See the Light in the catalog, put your money in, order another whiskey and rack 'em up.