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“THERE WAS A PLACE WHERE COUNTRY MUSIC FELT LIKE HOME.” 🌾 Just outside Nashville, down a quiet road in Hendersonville, there once stood a dream — Twitty City. Conway Twitty didn’t build it for fame. He built it for family, for fans, for the kind of magic that made people believe in country music again. Six acres of Southern glow — fountains, gardens, and lights that could make December feel like heaven. You could tour his mansion, see gold records on the walls, and if you were lucky, spot Conway himself riding by in a golf cart, waving that easy smile. His kids lived right there beside him. It wasn’t a museum — it was a home that sang. And if you ever saw it at Christmas, you know… it wasn’t just lights you saw shining. It was his heart. ❤️

Twitty City — The Heart That Conway Built

“THERE WAS A PLACE WHERE COUNTRY MUSIC FELT LIKE HOME.” 🌾

Just a few miles north of Nashville, in the small, quiet town of Hendersonville, Tennessee, there once stood a dream made real — Twitty City.
Conway Twitty didn’t build it to show off his fame. He built it to share his heart — a place where music, family, and faith lived side by side.

When the gates opened in 1982, fans came from all across America. They walked through manicured gardens, past fountains that shimmered under the Tennessee sun, and into a mansion that felt alive with love and memories. Inside, every room told a story — gold records on the walls, stage outfits that once lit up the Opry, and family photos that reminded everyone that behind the star was a man who loved deeply.

Twitty City wasn’t just a tourist stop; it was a feeling. Every Christmas, thousands of lights would cover the gardens, glowing like country starlight. Conway himself often rode around in a golf cart, waving to visitors and chatting like an old friend. His children lived in homes nearby, their laughter echoing through the property. It wasn’t a museum — it was home. A home that sang with music, faith, and the warmth of small-town love.

After Conway’s passing in 1993, Twitty City eventually became Trinity Music City under the Trinity Broadcasting Network. Though much has changed, fans who once walked those paths still remember the way it felt — peaceful, magical, and full of heart.

If you ever saw Twitty City lit up for Christmas, you’ll never forget it. The lights weren’t just decorations — they were pieces of Conway’s soul, shining on long after the songs stopped playing.

🎥 Watch: A Glimpse Into Twitty City’s Golden Days

Here’s a beautiful look back at Conway Twitty’s legendary dream — Twitty City in all its glory:

This vintage tour video captures the warmth, charm, and heart that made Twitty City one of the most beloved landmarks in country music history.

“It wasn’t about showing off — it was about sharing love.”

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