About

In an increasingly crowded country music landscape, Emily Earle stands out with a truly authentic sound, one built on striking vocal clarity straight to the heart lyrics.

 Earle first gained national prominence during a successful run on the third season of NBC’s “The Voice,” which came about after a television producer noticed the recent Berklee College of Music graduate performing on the subway platforms of Manhattan’s Rockefeller Center station. Following “The Voice,” she moved to Nashville to write, record and tour. With the same hustle and determination that marked her busking days in New York, Earle often took late-night Greyhound buses to her out-of-town gigs to save money, sojourns she now recollects fondly as her first “solo bus tours.”

 In the years since, Earle has made a name for herself as a songwriter in Nashville. She pens hundreds of songs annually and her compositions have been recorded by numerous esteemed artists, including her uncle Steve Earle, Now United, Jenna Davis, Walker McGuire, Hayden Haddock, Jon Wolfe, Kylie Morgan and some promising emerging talents.

Earle – named one of CMT’s Next Up Now Artists in 2022 – is also a dynamic performer who has shared the stage with Robert Earle Keen, Shawn Camp, Aaron Watson, Tanya Tucker, John Michael Montgomery and many others. She has performed all over the country from dive bars to esteemed listening rooms. With new music on the horizon, you can follow her on TikTok, YouTube and Instagram: @emilyearlemusic.

 Lyrics

Rockstars

We ain’t all cheering for the same teams

We ain’t all reaching for the same dreams

We don’t come from the same home towns,

Got different ways to work things out,

We ain’t living by the same means,

No, we’re not praying for the same things

But we all love the underdog

We’re all scared to say we’re wrong

We all drink too much sometimes

All got something we left behind

All got way too much to do

All want someone to come home to

We’re all still sixteen in fast cars

Wishing we were Rockstars

We may never like the same bands

Maybe we won’t ever understand

Why someone is the way they are

Why we can’t have the neighbor’s yard

Why we can’t do the things that they can

Well I guess no one’s dealt the same hand

CHORUS

We all want the reasons why

We all need our mom sometimes

We all see the world a little different

But we all need something to believe in

CHORUS