If one and two is right, then flour just has to go sky-high.

If I'm riding hunches one and two, I just got to ride this cinch, which is number three.

If I'm right, flour'll balance gold on the scales this winter.
I tell you-all boys, when you-all got a hunch, play it for all it's worth.

What's luck good for, if you-all ain't to ride it?
And when you-all ride it, ride like hell.

I've been years in this country, just waiting for the right hunch to come along.