Strawberry Wine - Deana Carter
I'm 17 and it's summer. I'm in a parking lot drinking Strawberry Hill Boone's Farm passed down by someone's older sibling. I have a little bit of money, nowhere to be, and a '97 Dodge Ram of my very own to get me there.
Not quite what Deana was going for, but that's the bittersweet nostalgia that this song evokes for me.
(It must be noted for my own street cred that "Strawberry Wine" wasn't actually on my radar at 17. In that parking lot I was listening to whatever indie rock albums Pitchfork told me to like. "Strawberry Wine" to Strawberry Jam. Still, this is a retroactive favorite.)
(It must also be noted that the picture I'm painting here expresses a sense of ease and coolness that was in reality completely absent. Any pulls from the bottle came with a grimace, and the cool kids hung out in cornfields, not the Walmart parking lot.)