Writing She’s the Queen of Tennessee Fast country — around 150 BPM Verse 1 She rolls into town with the windows down, Dust on her boots and a grin that can stop the crowd. The jukebox kicks, the dance floor wakes, And every heart in the county starts to shake. Pre-Chorus She don’t need a crown, don’t need a throne, She can turn a two-step into her own show. Chorus She’s the queen of Tennessee, A little bit wild, a little bit sweet. When she hits that floor, the whole place swings, Friday night bows when she does her thing. From Memphis lights to the Smoky Mountain breeze, Everybody knows when she’s in the scene— She’s the queen, she’s the queen of Tennessee! Verse 2 She knows every backroad, every river bend, Every old sad song and where the good nights begin. She’ll raise a toast, then steal your song, And have the whole bar singing along. Pre-Chorus She don’t need a crown, don’t need a throne, She can make a stranger feel right at home. Chorus She’s the queen of Tennessee, A little bit wild, a little bit sweet. When she hits that floor, the whole place swings, Friday night bows when she does her thing. From Memphis lights to the Smoky Mountain breeze, Everybody knows when she’s in the scene— She’s the queen, she’s the queen of Tennessee! Bridge Let the fiddle fly, let the steel guitar cry, Let the whole damn room give her one more try. She just laughs, says, “Boys, keep up with me”— Then dances us all the way to three. Final Chorus She’s the queen of Tennessee, A little bit wild, a little bit sweet. When she hits that floor, the whole place swings, Friday night bows when she does her thing. From Memphis lights to the Smoky Mountain breeze, Raise your glass and sing it back to me— She’s the queen, she’s the queen, She’s the queen of Tennessee!
