Another song that gave me immediate chills was Ed Sheeran's Make it Rain:
And then yes, The Eagles, anything Glenn Frey sang, but I think that has as much to do with the fact he was my first "rock crush" that lasted into my 50s. Rest in Peace.
I swear, watching the 1977 live concert is a religious/sexual experience.
And yes, I'm going to hell and I'm fine with that.