Texas Country Star Found Dead After Years of Struggle

Kinky Friedman, the satirist and country musician, died at 79 at his home near Medina, Texas, after battling Parkinson’s disease.

Born Richard Samet Friedman in Chicago in 1944, he became a Texas icon with his band, Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys.

Their sharp, satirical songs — including They Ain’t Makin’ Jews Like Jesus Anymore and Get Your Biscuits in

the Oven and Your Buns in the Bed — mixed humor, social commentary, and country twang, earning both laughter and controversy.

Beyond music, Friedman carved out a career as an author, penning detective novels starring a fictional version of himself,

and writing for Texas Monthly. In 2006, he ran for Texas governor under the slogan, “My Governor Is a Jewish Cowboy,”

cementing his reputation as a bold and unconventional voice.

Friedman was also devoted to animal welfare. He co-founded the Utopia Animal Rescue Ranch, which has saved more than 1,000 dogs from euthanasia, a reflection of his compassion beyond the stage.

He is survived by his brother Roger, sister Marcie, and several nieces and nephews. His final album,

Poet of Motel 6, will be released soon. Friedman’s passing ends an era, but his wit, creativity, and fearless individuality will endure.

 

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