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