| Song | High |
| Artist | Shannon McNally |
| Album | Western Ballad |
| Pine trees and woodsmoke | |
| Brushing my skin | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| Under the milky way | |
| Sweet as a birdsong | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| And oh this way he came | |
| He came to me | |
| I could not believe my eyes | |
| Arrived like a forest fire | |
| It burned by design | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| Into the looking glass | |
| I gazed and saw | |
| How much had never been there before | |
| I recognized my childhood self | |
| How very nice to be home again | |
| Red as the dawn over the prairie | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| The white of the moonlight came rushing in | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| Blue as a robin’s egg | |
| Centered like a third eye | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| And as I rose to my feet I knew | |
| Just who I had become | |
| Into the future I gazed and saw | |
| The bones of my ancestry |
| Pine trees and woodsmoke | |
| Brushing my skin | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| Under the milky way | |
| Sweet as a birdsong | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| And oh this way he came | |
| He came to me | |
| I could not believe my eyes | |
| Arrived like a forest fire | |
| It burned by design | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| Into the looking glass | |
| I gazed and saw | |
| How much had never been there before | |
| I recognized my childhood self | |
| How very nice to be home again | |
| Red as the dawn over the prairie | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| The white of the moonlight came rushing in | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| Blue as a robin' s egg | |
| Centered like a third eye | |
| I was just a little bit high | |
| And as I rose to my feet I knew | |
| Just who I had become | |
| Into the future I gazed and saw | |
| The bones of my ancestry |