James Keelaghan Glory Bound
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