Ted Hawkins (October 28, 1936 – January 1, 1995) was an American singer-son… Read Full Bio ↴Ted Hawkins (October 28, 1936 – January 1, 1995) was an American singer-songwriter. He was born in Biloxi, Mississippi, United States.

Hawkins was an enigmatic figure through most of his career; he split his time between his adopted hometown of Venice Beach, California where he was a mostly anonymous street performer, and Europe, where he and his songs were better known and well received in clubs and small concert halls.
Born into a poor family in Mississippi, Hawkins lived a difficult early life, ending up at a reform school by age 12, and drifting, hitching, and stealing his way across the country for the next dozen years, earning several stays in prison including a three-year stint for stealing a leather jacket as a teenager. Along the way, he picked up a love of music and a talent for the guitar. "I was sent to a school for bad boys called Oakley Training School in 1949", he wrote in a brief piece of autobiography . "There I developed my voice by singing with a group that the superintendent's wife had got together". After reform school, he ended up in the state penitentiary and was released at 19. "Then I heard a singer whose name was Sam Cooke. His voice did something to me." For the next ten years or so he drifted in and out of trouble around the country, living in Chicago, Buffalo, Philadelphia, and Newark. In the middle of the mid-1960s folk music boom Hawkins set out for California to try for a professional singing career. He recorded several tunes without commercial success, worked at odd jobs, and took up busking along the piers and storefronts of Venice Beach as a way to supplement his income. Hawkins made ends meet by developing a small following of locals and tourists who would come to hear this southern black man, sitting on an overturned milk-crate, play blues and folk standards as well as a few original tunes in his signature open guitar tuning and raspy vocal style. Hawkins claimed the rasp in his voice came from the damage done by years of singing in the sand and spray of the boardwalk.
A series of record producers and promoters would "discover" Hawkins over the years, only to be thwarted by circumstance and Hawkins' unconventional approach to life. The first of these was musicologist and blues producer Bruce Bromberg who approached Hawkins about a recording contract in the early 1970s. Hawkins tentatively agreed and recorded some dozen songs for Bromberg but again got into trouble and spent much of the next decade in jail and addicted to heroin. Bromberg lost contact until 1982, when he re-located Hawkins and got him to agree to release the previously recorded songs as an album, Watch Your Step, which was released on Rounder Records. This debut album was a commercial failure but received rave reviews (notably a rare 5-star rating in Rolling Stone). Following the release of the album, Hawkins dropped out of sight again for a time, re-uniting with Bromberg in 1985 for a second album, entitled Happy Hour. This album featured more original tunes from Hawkins and was again ignored in the U.S.; however it won acclaim and sales in Europe. Andy Kershaw encouraged Hawkins to come to the United Kingdom, and he moved to Bridlington in 1986 and enjoyed his first taste of real musical success, touring Europe and Asia. He was deported back to the United States, under 'unpalatable' circumstances in 1990, by the British Government.
During this period Hawkins stayed largely out of trouble and refined his musical style: a mixture of folk, country, deep southern spirituals, and soul music. Hawkins' music was informed by but did not resemble blues music (Hawkins himself claimed he could not play the blues because his damaged fretting hand—he wore a leather glove to protect his fingers—would not allow him to bend notes).
In 1987, documentary film-maker Nick Shaw approached Hawkins to produce a profile of his life and times. Shaw followed Hawkins closely for the next two years. Eventually, this documentary was taken up by the Arts Council of Great Britain, but has not been released; however, some of this footage was eventually featured in the film "Amazing Grace" produced by David Geffen.
Despite his recognition and fame in Europe, Hawkins was restless and moved back to California in the early 1990s and again took on the role of a street performer. Several musicians and promoters encouraged Hawkins to record, but he did so only on occasion and without much enthusiasm, until he agreed to record a full album for Geffen Records and producer Tony Berg. For this first major-label release, titled The Next Hundred Years, Berg added session musicians to Hawkins' typical solo guitar-and-vocal arrangmements for the first time, and brought national attention and respectable sales to Hawkins (though Hawkins, in typically contrary fashion, claimed to dislike the result, preferring his unaccompanied versions). Hawkins began to tour on the basis of this success, commenting that he had finally reached an age where he was glad to be able to sing indoors, out of the weather, and for an appreciative crowd. Hawkins, however, died of a stroke at the age of 58, just a few months after the release of his breakthrough recording.
His widow, Elizabeth Hawkins, sold the rights for a film version of Hawkins' life story.
Hawkins is the subject of Mick Thomas's song "57 Years". A concert by Hawkins in Glasgow, Scotland is the event which brings the fictional Graham and Linda together in the novel The Island (2010) by R J Price (better-known as the poet Richard Price).

Too Busy Thinking About My Baby
Ted Hawkins Lyrics

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Listen to me people
I ain't got time to think about
Money or what it can buy
And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder
What make the birdies fly.

And I don't have time to think about
What makes the flowers grow,

Ain't never give it a second thought
To where the rivers flow.

And I ain't got time for nothin' else.

Now I ain't got time to discuss the weather,
And how long it's going to last
And I ain't got time to do no studying
Once I get out of class.

I'm telling you I'm just a fellow with a one track mind,
And when it comes to thinkin' about
Anything but my baby,
I just don't have the time.

Oh yeah
And I ain't got time for nothin' else.
Don't you know I, I'm thinking about my baby
I ain't got time for nothin' else

Yeah the world could ever match her wealth,
She's some kinda wonderful,
Got heaven right here on earth

'Cause I'm just a fellow with a one track mind
And when it comes to thinkin about
Anything but my baby,
I just don't have the time

I'm too busy thinkin' about my baby
Oh I ain't got time for nothin' else
Too busy thinkin' about my baby
Ain't got time for nothing else

Oh yeah

Oh yeah
I ain't go, I ain't got no time

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ted Hawkins's song "Too Busy Thinking About My Baby" express the singer's love and devotion to his significant other, which is so consuming that it leaves no room for other thoughts. He declares that he doesn't have time to ponder over material wealth, nature, or even the mundane aspects of life such as weather or academic pursuits. The only thing that his mind is occupied with is his beloved partner. The lyrics "And I ain't got time for nothin' else" are repeated several times throughout the song, emphasizing the single-mindedness of the singer's love.

Ted Hawkins's passionate delivery adds to the intensity of the lyrics. He sings with a heartfelt conviction that brings out the depth of his emotions. The simple yet catchy melody and the upbeat rhythm lend an optimistic tone to the song. The overall effect is a joyous celebration of love that makes the listener want to dance and sing along.

In summary, "Too Busy Thinking About My Baby" is a love song about a man who is completely consumed by his feelings for his partner. His thoughts are so focused on his lover that he has no time for anything else, making his life rich with love and purpose.

Line by Line Meaning

Listen to me people
Pay attention to what I am saying

I ain't got time to think about Money or what it can buy
I am not interested in material possessions or wealth

And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder What make the birdies fly.
I am not interested in the scientific explanations behind natural phenomena

And I don't have time to think about What makes the flowers grow, Ain't never give it a second thought To where the rivers flow.
I am not interested in the biological or geographical explanations behind nature

And I ain't got time for nothin' else.
I am fully consumed by one thing

Now I ain't got time to discuss the weather, And how long it's going to last And I ain't got time to do no studying Once I get out of class.
I am not interested in small talk or gaining knowledge outside of a formal classroom setting

I'm telling you I'm just a fellow with a one track mind, And when it comes to thinkin' about Anything but my baby, I just don't have the time.
I am solely focused on my significant other and have no other interests

Oh yeah And I ain't got time for nothin' else. Don't you know I, I'm thinking about my baby I ain't got time for nothin' else
My partner is the only thing on my mind and I don't have the capacity for anything else

Yeah the world could ever match her wealth, She's some kinda wonderful, Got heaven right here on earth
My partner is more valuable than anything the world has to offer and is truly remarkable

'Cause I'm just a fellow with a one track mind And when it comes to thinkin about Anything but my baby, I just don't have the time
Reiterating my single-minded focus on my significant other

I'm too busy thinkin' about my baby Oh I ain't got time for nothin' else Too busy thinkin' about my baby Ain't got time for nothing else
My partner has completely consumed my thoughts and I have no room for anything else

Oh yeah Oh yeah I ain't go, I ain't got no time
Emphasizing the depth of my focus and attention on my partner

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BARRETT STRONG, JANIE BRADFORD, NORMAN WHITFIELD, NORMAN J. WHITFIELD

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