‘Glory Days’ by Bruce Springsteen.
It’s probably not the first song I remember, but it’s the first one I have a distinct memory of. I was riding with my Uncle and cousin up to their house in the Catskills. It was just the three of us, crammed in the cab of his pickup. Billy (that’s the cousin) turns the radio over the PXY 106, and ‘Glory Days’ starts up. It was a perfect moment, the three of us driving by corn fields and apple orchards, singing along with the Boss. Good memory.