INTRODUCING

BUCK "THE BIG MAN" HELTON

WESTERN GOSPEL SINGER

ENTERTAINER

MUSICIAN

COWBOY POET

and

MASTER OF CEREMONIES

Hello there....I am Buck "the Big Man" Helton.

This is me on the left with my good buddy, Jimmy Jones of 1 A Chord singing by the campfire at C Quarter Circle Ranch in Gainesville, Texas.

The cowboy, while sometimes rough, was and is a deeply spiritual man, being surrounded on a daily basis with the wonders and beauty of God's creation and at night gazing into the heavens which proclaim His glory. This perspective is what I bring in song and story.

Here's an example of Cowboy Poetry.

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You can always tell a Cowboy

YOU can always tell a Cowboy,

but not by the clothes he wears;

You see his outfit’s been adopted,

by those who neither know or care.

HIGH falutin' city folks

Who’ll never understand,

The deep connection that exists

between the Cowboy and the land.

HE'LL cuss them long-eared critters

Then ride into town and brag,

’Bout the drive he just come off of

Spent three months ridin drag

HE may wear a fine new skypiece,

Or a battered lid of straw,

But he’ll take it with him everywhere

That’s practically the law.

OH, he’ll take it off to pray

Or if ladies are around,

But otherwise he’ll wear it proudly

As a King would wear a crown.

HIS boots are plumb up to his knees

And spurs are at his feet,

With jingle-bobs a 'ringin

That’s a sound that’s mighty sweet.

WHEN you’re out there on the prairie

With a horse between you’re knees,

’Ridin back to camp

with the smell of woodsmoke on the breeze.

YOU see a Cowboy wont be found indoors

Or even in a tent,

No, he’ll sleep out on the prairie

On those nights that Heaven sent.

AND smile as he gazes

On the wonders up above,

And thanks The Maker of creation

For the life he dearly loves.

IT'S a life that’s sometimes short on comfort

’Eatin mostly Beef and Beans,

And there’s times he wont have one red cent

In the pocket of his jeans.

BUT you can tell a real Cowboy

By the twinkle in His eye;

For he’s thinking of a day

Coming in the bye and bye,

WHEN He’ll cross the Jordan at the trails end

And meet The Boss of the skies,

And make his home there on the Golden Range

Where old Cowboys never die.

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I'm currently based out of Shreveport, Louisiana but travel widely in the Ark-La-Tex region, as well as dates in North Texas and Oklahoma.

If you would be interested in having me come and sing for your church services or functions feel free to email me at the link below. I also do traditional COWBOY SONGS as well as WESTERN GOSPEL.

For samples of my music please visit my page on Soundclick.com

I do have CDs available if you wish to purchase them.