Tennessee State Librarians and Archivists, 1854 To Present
- W.B.A. Ramsey, ex-officio librarian (1854–1855)
- F.N.W. Burton, ex-officio librarian (1855–1856)
- R.J. Meigs, State Librarian (1856–1861)
- John E. Hatcher, State Librarian (1861)
- Augustin Gattinger, State Librarian (1864–1869)
- W.H. Wharton, State Librarian (1869–1871)
- Mrs. Paralee Haskell, State Librarian (1871–1879)
- Mrs. Robert Hatton, State Librarian (1879–1887)
- Mrs. Sue P. Lowe, State Librarian (1887–1891)
- Mrs. Linnie Williams, State Librarian (1891–1895)
- Mrs. Irene Ingram, State Librarian (1895–1897)
- Miss Pauline Jones, State Librarian (1897–1899)
- Miss Jennie E. Lauderdale, State Librarian (1899–1901)
- Mrs. Lulu B. Epperson, State Librarian (1901–1903)
- Miss Mary Skeffington, State Librarian (1903–1919)
- John Trotwood Moore, State Librarian and Archivist (1919–1929)
- Mary Brown Daniel Moore, State Librarian and Archivist (1929–1949)
- Daniel M. Robison, State Librarian (1949–1961)
- William T. Alderson, Jr., State Librarian (1961–1964)
- Sam B. Smith, State Librarian and Archivist (1964–1969)
- Wilmon H. Droze, State Librarian and Archivist (1969–1972)
- Katheryn Culbertson, State Librarian and Archivist (1972–1982)
- Olivia K. Young, State Librarian and Archivist (1982–1985)
- Robert B. Croneberger, State Librarian and Archivist (1985–1986)
- Edwin S. Gleaves, State Librarian and Archivist (1987–2005)
- Jeanne Sugg, State Librarian and Archivist (2005–2010)
- Charles Sherrill, State Librarian and Archivist (2010-current)
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