while them holy rollers was all gobsmacked , standing there like a herd of raccoons thats all been caught in a flashlight out by the trash cans , i lit out the back door as fast as i could run , and i run all the way home , taking the backroads , of course , where i knew such god-fearing folk would never go to try to find me on account they was more afeared of the devil than they was even of the lord hisself , and where i knew id be safe , if not from the devil , at least from the likes of them , all the time the words of that old song running through my head over and over again the one we used to sing in church where my daddy used to take us before he got throwed out for running up and down the backroads hisself .