Johnny Mack lived near Maple Creek

He was long and lean and tough

A level head and a steady hand

And a wizard with the puck

And once across the blue line oh

He'd never let you down

You could tell by the look in his coal black eyes

That boy was glory bound



He could bring the home town to its feet

With a goal in overtime

The scouts had pegged him sure enough

It was just a matter of time

If there was any justice in this world

He'd be picked in the second round

Cause he had the goods there was no denying

That boy was glory bound



One afternoon before a game

I stopped by Johnny's place

With my father's car and a feeling in my heart

That night we'd take first place

But there was something that he'd left behind

He'd fetch it back in town

I never dreamt it at the time

That fate would strike him down



Oh, we phoned the Mounties when he didn't show

They found him in a ditch between here and Shaunavon

Roof caved in and it's fifty below

Sirens wail, blizzard blows



Johnny died young but I grew old

And since that time I've come to think

When I see his name engraved on trophies

Or his picture in a case in the Kinsmen's rink

He somehow slipped the bonds of time

He's gained himself renown

And I've started on that slow slide back

But he's forever glory bound

And I've started on that slow slide back

But he's forever glory bound