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