Well Momma and Daddy were missionaries took us to places sort of strange and scary (like the United States) but Daddy said it was all necessary and Daddy never lies. (except when he was in front of a whole group of people at a church…)
We drove a million miles in a rusty van from the great white North to the southern lands I lost my mittens so my Momma put socks on my hands so cold I thought I’d die.
But I’m an MK; I wouldn’t trade it. Through everything that came we always made it. Yes, I’m an MK; I’m glad it’s true. And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.
Well I was raised in the jungles of the Amazon and I’ve driven in Europe on the Autobahn and I’ve been up and down the alleys of old Hong Kong and I’ve seen the snow in Nome.
I’ve seen snakes eat people and people eat snakes I’ve even seen people eat monkey steaks but the strangest things of all are back in the States, in the place my folks call home.
‘Cause I’m an MK; I wouldn’t trade it. If there’s any better life I couldn’t name it. Yes, I’m an MK; I’m glad it’s true. And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.
It doesn’t matter that I never owned a new car, I never did miss being a football star I’ve been living in a world that’s bigger by far than most folks ever know.
Well I can parle French and hable Espanol, you would be surprised at the various things that I know and there’s not a place in the world that I would not go if the Lord has sent me there.
‘Cause I’m an MK; I wouldn’t trade it. If there’s any better life I couldn’t name it. Yes, I’m an MK; I’m glad it’s true. And you can tell your folks you want to be an MK too.
Is it true? You can’t answer the question “where are you from?” You speak two languages but can’t spell either one You have a passport but no driver’s license And now you’re wondering how that last one was wrong
You’re an MK, this is your life It’s not easy, but it’s all right In fact it’s better and you Wouldn’t trade it for anything
MKs are a race without color, without culture. The only thing we have in common is that we have nothing in common at all.
Is it true? Your life story includes “then we went to” at least five times Complete strangers say they knew you when you were “this tall” National Geographic only makes you homesick But you don’t really know where home is at all.
You’re an MK, this is your life It’s not easy, but it’s all right In fact it’s better and you Wouldn’t trade it for anything
MKs are a race without color, without culture. The only thing we have in common is that we have nothing in common at all.
Is it true? All you want for Christmas is a box of pop tarts You know what REAL coffee tastes like and it’s not like Starbucks Your parent’s siblings are like strangers to you but You have fifty or sixty aunts and uncles who love you
Is it true? You know the difference between 110 and 220 volts You spent a fifth of your life in an airport You go to a church you’ve never been in before And you see your picture on the bulletin board.
You’re an MK, this is your life It’s not easy, but it’s all right In fact it’s better and you Wouldn’t trade it for anything
MKs are a race without color, without culture. The only thing we have in common is that we have nothing in common at all.
“TCK TOWN is a digital publication which exemplifies what our tribe does best – we reach out, find each other and talk about the stories that have made us who we are. I hope TCK Town will become one place in this big, wide world where fellow TCKs can find a sympathetic ear when they visit, a place to further expand brains already itchy for extra knowledge and a destination that’s not limited by long flights, awkward transits or that time difference calculation before you decide to call in.”
