I know the first few lines are:

I did not go to Woodstock.
I might not go again.
Too many people
for the kind of shape I'm in.

and I think the next part goes:

But my troubles they are melting
Like snowflakes from the sky.
I'll just sit right here on my front porch
and watch the world go by.

'cause it's so nice on Hessler Street.
It's so nice on Hessler Street.