“50 TIMES AT #1 — AND THE 50TH TIME, CONWAY TWITTY WASN’T SINGING ABOUT LOVE”. In 1980, John Travolta hopped on a mechanical bull in a movie called Urban Cowboy, and overnight, half of America started dressing like ranch hands. People who’d never been near a horse were buying shiny boots and designer cowboy hats like they’d grown up on a ranch. Country music followed the same path — polished, pop-leaning, losing its edge. Nashville didn’t sound like Nashville anymore. Conway Twitty watched all of it. And for five years, he didn’t say a thing. Then in February 1985, he released “Don’t Call Him a Cowboy.” It hit #1 — his 50th time at the top of the country chart. But this wasn’t another love song. This was Conway calling out every weekend cowboy who wore the hat but never lived the life — the kind of guy who looked the part at the bar but couldn’t tell a stirrup from a saddle horn. That song landed, and everybody knew exactly who Conway was talking about.
50 Times at #1 — And the 50th Time, Conway Twitty Wasn’t Singing About Love In the early 1980s, country…